There were four of us in our little white house. Though they were human they were still my family, I lived with both of my parents, brother, Joey, and sister, Lilly. She was ten and he had turned seven almost a week ago. I, of course, was the small brown and white Jack Russell that everyone loved.
My story had started when I got adopted by my family, it was love at first sight really, but that was only when all the good stuff happened, before the bad. But one day we went to the park and played football for hours and hours, we made the silly mistake of not telling mum and dad that we had left the house, we knew that when we left that we'd get into trouble but we only thought that we'd get shouted at.
It wasn't long though until mum and dad did find us, we all forgotten that mum and dad wanted to go to the town that afternoon so that's where we went. Surprisingly we weren't yelled at as much as we thought we would've been.
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My Life As A Dog
Short StoryI'm a six-year-old Jack Russell Terrior called Toby Wills, I am from New York, I live with my human parents, my brother, Joey and sister, Lily, I am an old dog now but this is the story I ended up with three legs.
