When I Got Lulu
The first time I met Lulu we were going to meet a family that Geoff, my stepfather, knew. At first, I was hesitant about meeting this family, but once I played with them they were fun. The names of the girls were Stella and Sophia. They were very fun to hang out with.
When they introduced me to this tiny black dog, I said in my head, “Awwww she is so cute.” Throughout the years, when we came to their house, she got bigger. Once, when I stepped through the door, she came piling over me with a sweet lick. Many times after dinner, we would play music and I’d place her paws on my shoulders and we’d just dance. I felt calm and happy like nothing can ever disrupt that moment. A year later my brother and I were at our mom's house, our Mom and stepdad Geoff gave a surprise during dinner. In my mind, I thought we were going on a long road trip across the country. Once they gave the news that we were keeping Lulu, I was so happy that I burst out into a dance.
The next day I prepared the whole house. I made my room clean, the kitchen, as well as the balcony. I felt so frantic that I took a second to breathe. But in the process, I was wondering: Why are we getting this dog. The reason was her original family was tired of the United States once our president was elected, so they wanted to go somewhere new, and that was to Thailand. Because it is very hot there, they knew that should leave Lulu here with us. I felt sad but understood why they had to make those decisions.
Once we had Lulu, she looked unsure and nervous to live with a different family in a new environment in the city. In my head, I had sympathy and compassion. I wanted to make her feel better, so I took her on a long walk, and I introduced her to our neighbor’s dogs. By the time I took her back to the house she looked happy and like herself. It felt good doing that.
Once she felt herself, I knew she was fitting in with us just like a new member of the family. I remember when I was little and I drew images of my family with a beautiful black dog in the snow at Tahoe. When I look at the images on my refrigerator, I smiled and told my mom that I must be some type of vision reader because laying on the couch is my beautiful dog, Lulu. By then everyone was complimenting us on how we look happy when playing with her on the grass.
Once the time comes to leave our mom, she’s always sad. It was because when I was a child my parents have been divorced, and I live in two houses. Every day I text my mom to let her know that I am thinking about them and that I miss Geoff, my mom, and Lulu. Once we are ready to leave, I give Lulu a big kiss on the head and I say, “I'll see you once again.” She looks at me with her big black eyes and wags her poofy tail while nudging me.
The reason why I love my dog is that I realize that in life you will have at least one companion, and I chose her. When I am upset, she sits next to me to comfort me. One thing I love about her is when I’m ready to watch a show on Netflix, she walks up to me and shuts my laptop with her paw, like a sign to save energy, my eyes, and finding a smart way to have someone scratch her chest. She also brings the best in me with her love, loyalty, affection, and playfulness. We have a great bond; we both understand what to do and how to make each other smile/bark. At the end of the day, I know that I saw her as a tiny black puppy that jumped on me to lick my face, danced with me after dinner, and allowed me to say, “Aww she is so cute.” 4 years ago she joined our family and as a treat, we went to Tahoe snow with this affectionate, happy, crazy, and emotional dog.Thank you
