I never thought my mom would EVER get a dog for our family. Sure we got fish after fish because they constantly died and we got little turtles before but that didn't really matter to us. Our mom was getting us a dog! We had no clue until the day of her arrival. She was a puppy when we got her, also the runt of them all. My mom picked the smallest dog there was. She was given to us by a family member, they were the ones to name her. We didn't bother to change her name because it really did suit her very well. She was so small we were so afraid to step on her. We had to teach her how to go up the stairs too. She was WAY too small to jump onto our beds or the sofa or anything high up for that matter. We took care of her everyday, together. The whole family would take turns taking her outside, and feeding her. It was all so wonderful.
