A Walk In The Park

1: Kilohi is bought

"Yes, their newborn,  the mother gave birth to seven of them three weeks ago, but this small one was born last Monday."

"Well, Polly it will be your pup to train, so why don't we let you choose?"

"Because I'm most likely to pick the one with problems." I say honestly. It's true, I always say or do the wrong things.

"I assure you, none of them have any type of problems!" Shouts the man eager to sell his Akita puppies.

"Hold on," my big sister, Zoey, must have noticed something suspicious about the pups. She frowns and continues "That one is not an Akita!  What type of dog is the father?"

"Ah yes. The father is a husky called Byron."

"So you're telling us you lied about them being pedigrees?" barks my mum in a frustrated and angry voice.

"Yes, well, no... Do you want to see the mother?" The man is shaking with fear as the whole family stared at him very angrily.

"Well, duh of course!" Shouts my dad, yet again, angrily. The seller takes us into a cold, dark part of his kennels, where all you can hear is whimpering dogs and screaming cats, probably most of them giving birth to hundreds of pups and kitties. At the end of a long, mouldy corridor was a set of thick metal bars. Pitch black the other side of them.

"Melah is a very unstable dog," he explains, but Zoey decides to interrupt...

"She's also a husky?"

"Well yes... So you can see I wasn't lying... They are pedigree and I never actually said they were Akitas... You just assumed from the pictures."

"I think we're done here." Orders my father.

"But father I have chosen a dog from here! I want to take the dog that looked different. You know the one that Zoey said wasn't an Akita."

"But you wanted an Akita! Ah, very well, let's pay the man." Says my father. He pays the man $450 and we pick up the pup to leave.

"What are you going to call it, my dear?" Mother asks. I seriously have no idea; maybe Kilo, because he ways many.

"Kilo because he is sooooo heavy!"

"Maybe make it sound more Alaskan and maybe more creative." Mum continues.

"How about Kili. That's different?" Adds Zoey.

"Nah, sis! I'm thinking more along the lines of Kilohi."

"Then it's settled," boy, am I glad she interrupted before Zoey had a chance to argue with silly little girly names, "the dog is called Kilohi and no more arguing. Polly you will have to train her..."

"Him!" I shout in agony... It's clearly a him!

"It." Mumbles Zoey

"Shut it acne face."

"Girls be quiet. Listen Zoey you have a terrapin so Polly deserves a dog. But you must clean up after it Polly and train it for your races. If you don't we can't afford to borrow one of their dogs next time. You have 3 years until your next entry form can be filled in, so train Kilohi good for then." Moans dad. He's right! It is only three years isn't it! I thought we had four again, but they changed it now we're in Semi-Pros...