Cookie was my first dog no one else.I couldn't remember a time when she was not there.We grew up together,roamed together,got into trouble together,winked at each other and our tellings off together.She was my black-and-tan shadow,sleeking along at my heels tongue out,chasing down the green hill and the alleyway to the coner shop.She was my girl with her I was safe, she was my freedom her soft coat the cushion of my dreams as I lay tracing (patterns in the sky) And when she gashed her leg on a rusted railing when my mother quietly told me she had been put downs,she was my first black hole of my life.The loneliness of empty arms and on warm neck ro put them round.
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My First Dog!
Short StoryThis is about how ur feelings would be with ur first dog and the times you share with her