11-23-2008, 06:09 PM
16. Dog
I let out a gasp as my parents came through the front door. In mother's arms was the cutest little Yorkie I've ever seen.
"Oh my," I exclaimed. "Why?"
"It's a congrats for your excellent report card," mother replied.
I was speechless. It was as if Christmas had come all too soon. Images raced through my head, of all the good times I would have with my new puppy. Yet little did I know, she hated me. Whenever I'd try to hug her, she'd growl. Whenever I'd try to pet her, she's bite. Whenever I'd even try to get near her, she'd bark and bark and bark. Yes, she hated me. So up until my senior year in high school, I'd keep away from her, for fear of unleashing the demon within. But my last day of high school, my last day in my house, I stood on the steps, saying mental goodbyes to everyone, and she came. And she gave me one of those wet sloppy doggy kisses. And that was the last I ever saw of her.
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