On the day of December 9th 2010, I brought my puppy home. He was an American
mastiff and we had named him Moose. This is a good name we figured because of
his size. I remember this day as if it were yesterday. I came home from school
to be surprised by this little puppy greeting me at the door. I had always wanted
a dog but my parents didn’t think that we could handle the responsibility when
we were so young. So they waited, which was the smart decision in the end.
We got Moose from an American Mastiff breeder. She has over fifteen
Mastiffs! I complain about taking care of one! I don’t know how she does it but
she is great at her job. All the dogs listen to her and obey her commands. Once
the puppies are born, she cares for them for two months before she gives them
to us. She has a little house for them and everything. She owns a farm, which I
guess is what you need when you are caring for so many mastiffs.
Right from the beginning in living with Moose, we knew he was going to be a
lot of work. Some jobs included; taking him out every fifteen minutes,
constantly watching him, and feeding him and giving him just the right amount
of water. It was a lot of constant work. But it was all worth it. To see his
face and play with him and take him for walks in which I always dreamed of
doing, made all the work in the world worth it. I remember one night, he barked
so much in his room because he was just getting used to the environment. I got
so upset because I had barely gotten sleep. But when I saw him that morning, I hugged
him and played with him. All my anger subsided. I was happy, filled with
excitement, and joy.
That Friday, all of my friends came over to see Moose. I was so excited for
them to see him and fall in love with him just like I had. When they came over
and saw his cute little face right at the door, their hearts melted. That was
me when I first saw him too. That night, my friends and I played with him, took
him for a walk, and watched a movie while he was on my friends lap, sleeping. It
was a priceless moment. That was one of those times where we are all going to
look back on and smile.
Today, my dog isn’t so small. He is 152 pounds of pure joy. He comes in
every morning and wakes me up. I couldn’t think of a better way in which I could
be woken up. Although I have only had him for a year and some months, I couldn’t
imagine him not being here every day to do the little things of joy that he
brings to my family and I. Moose is, and always will be, a part of our family.
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You're really pulling those heartstrings when you write about raising a puppy. You know I have a soft spot for dogs.
ReplyDeleteYour voice here is loving and thankful--I'm sure Moose gets the message that he's a (big) part of the family! Your grammar is nearly flawless and the post seems to have written itself. In this case, the effortlessness of the writing is a good thing--a VERY good thing.