My dad had a bee bee gun, he shot at you. I yelled at him then went to the other side of the yard with you. I laid down in the grass, you laid next to me. I petted you, your head was laying on my left leg.
I eventually won the fight to keep you. You were my dog. You were one year old, I loved you. I planned on living my whole life with you.
Then came last summer 2015, my sister moved to college and my parents were divorced.
I saw you and Pepper by each other. You guys were laying in the grass. I played with you every day. You enjoyed laying in the gray, and hide. You looked at me with your cute brown eyes. I loved you, I hated school. It was stressful and pointless.
I started online school, I didn't get to see my friends as much, but I saw you more. We couldn't afford our house so we had to move to Yukon. I hated it, we had to live with my old aunt. Her house was smelly, and ugly. It had to be remolded.
She had a farm for no reason, she hated animals. She didn't treat you or Pepper with respect. I hated her, the farm had animals. No one ever worked with them. Those horses were wild because of my moms stupid family.
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My dog Buddy
SachbücherThis is just a short story of the best dog that ever lived, I loved him and no matter what I will always love him, I'm waiting for the day I can finally see him again.
