The Day I Got My Puppy by Amy Crooks
I can still remember that one day turning around the roundabout and heading in the direction of the one place I had wanted to go for many years, the Cat and Dog Home.
I can still recall the excitement that was going through my head; I had always wanted a puppy since my old German Sheppard died when I was only three years old. I was finally there; I got out the car and ran to see all the types of dogs there were. There was Labradors, staffies, and all sorts but the one that caught my eye the most was a Border collie puppy.
My mum and dad were talking to a lady that looked after the dogs while I looked at the Border collie. I noticed it was already taken by someone else but when I looked closely at the detailed label I saw that the persons name was ... my dad!
I ran up to them and gave them a big hug and said thank you about a million times. I was only eleven and my birthday was only five days away. My dad had promised me a dog as soon as I turned nine but we never had the time.
We got to take our new puppy into a room to see if we liked him. His name was Rocky but the name didn’t suit him, we decided to call him Jack. We had about fifteen minutes to play with him. I can still remember his big shiny brown eyes looking at us, just like stars. We knew he was the one for us, friendly, loving, cute and just perfect. I thought I was the luckiest girl in the world.
Now I look back on that one special day and think what if I had never got him. If something ever happened to my dog I know my heart would just shamble into tiny pieces. I know that I am really lucky to have a dog like Jack and he is my best friend, not just my pet.
