My Favorite Dog
When I was little, I used to collect bugs because I desperately wanted a pet. I even ended up caring for an assassin bug (or wheel bug), which my mom was not very happy about. Finally (sometime in middle school), after YEARS of begging, I convinced my parents that we needed a puppy. My mom wanted to get one from a breeder since we are both slightly allergic to dogs and she’s a little bit scared of some of them. We settled on a golden retriever because she said it would be the nicest one. We had to drive out to the breeder’s farm ever couple weeks to see the puppies and pick one out while she told us how to take care of them. Of course, I picked out the most troublesome puppy in the litter. He was always somewhere he wasn’t supposed to be. One time they found him roaming around in the farm’s cornfield. Another time he was playing with their pony in its pen. While we were taking him home for the first time, he threw up on my lap. It was really gross and I had to sit like that for a solid