The Adventure of Getting My Little Floof Ball
I went to my uncle's house for a party they threw five years ago on a Saturday evening. It was a gorgeous day outside, bright and warm. This adorable, tiny dog was attached to a tree in the entranceway that has lush green foliage. The dried bark was gradually peeling away, and the brand-new coat of bark below was visible. I felt awful for the little guy because he would constantly start to bark in an attempt to get attention. His little, watery, dark eyes fixed on my chest. His puppy eyes melted my heart more and more the longer I looked at them. His charm captivated me. I went to my mother right away since I was sure I wanted this puppy.
“Look at the dog, Mom. Can we please keep him?” I said with my seven-year-old voice.
“You can’t honey, it's not your dog,” my mother replied.
“Please Mom!” I said begging with a desperate look on my face.
She made a face that was conflicted.
Our entire exchange was overheard by my aunt, who suddenly said,“You can take care of him while we are gone if your mom lets you.” My tiny heart glowed with happiness. I felt enthusiastic. I pleaded with my mom to let us keep the tiny thing. She eventually said yes after what felt like an eternity of convincing. I could take him the next morning, according to my aunt. I had trouble going to sleep that night. I was preoccupied with looking after the dog.
I was up early the following morning getting things ready for the dog. I ate breakfast hurriedly, rushed to see my parents, and asked them repeatedly if they were ready to leave. I didn't stop until we actually got in the car. I daydreamed about all the things we might do together on the route to their place, including enjoyable road excursions and outdoor experiences. When I arrived, the dog immediately began to lick me, and my aunt and mother were chatting about what he prefers to eat and how to care for him. After a few minutes of conversation, we left with the cute pomeranian dog who was named Quesito, which means cheese in spanish.
I looked after and adored this dog. We grew up together. We shared an upbringing. I spent every chance I could with him going on afternoon walks with a pretty sunset or rainy day. And his baths were a blast. He would alway shake and get me all wet. I would get mad secretly liking it. His fur all wet would make him look like a whole other species. Sadly, I had to return to him after three years since my aunt and uncle had finished their travels. I became overly attached, but I knew I would eventually have to give him back. It seemed like I had just met him. I was quite heartbroken when they abruptly took him back, but I knew this moment would come.
Since I had to say goodbye to my uncle's dog two years ago, our family has accepted additional animals into the fold. In 2020, we adopted a kitten that was a stray after we overheard it sobbing and chose to provide for it. My parents thought I was responsible enough to care for a dog of my own, so they searched.
Later, in May, around Memorial Day, my sister brought home a new dog. The dog was a cute Australian Shepherd with a white stripe running across her forehead and paws that resembled boots. Her brows were a pale shade of hazel. She also has adorable silky black ears that fade into a hazel like gold color.
My sister said that she got this dog from a man that had a cute puppy that resembled the one she brought home. He was in the park walking around. She expressed her desire to pet his dog and her admiration for it. He let her pet his dog. He told my sister that the dog of his cousin had recently given birth, and if we wanted one, we could have it for no charge. Since we have been attempting to find a puppy for a while, my sister of course said yes. They exchanged numbers to text for more information. Three weeks later, my sister had not heard from the man for some time when all of a sudden, he texted, "Hey, would you still like the dog?" She was surprised that he had texted at all since it had been so long since she had last heard from him, and since we had been looking for a dog for quite some time, she of course replied "Yes!" She ran into the man later that day at the same park, and he gave her this adorable little dog, which she surprised us with a few hours later. I had the sense that my sister was taking better care of it and that it wasn't truly my pet. That was her story of how she got another dog in the family
Two years later, when shopping at the grocery store, I was reminded of my desire for a pet. And that reminded me that when I was approximately 4 years old, I recall having a rabbit that I liked to play with. I've reminded my parents that I still want a pet of my own, and given my previous experience, I really want a rabbit. Due to our limited room and inability to care for another pet as well as we did for this one, my parents reluctantly declined. I persisted in searching for other animals online but was unsuccessful. Later, I started to consider attempting to obtain another inside animal like a cat after discovering that my cousin had just acquired a kitten. We looked online, but every application for the kittens was already taken. I should just acquire a dog, my oldest sister advised, because I work better with dog care. I recently saw a dog of this particular breed which was a Maltese. They remind me of teddy bears which I loved. We even attended live dog-meeting events after submitting applications for dog adoption.
There were a few dogs in particular that caught my attention, but they had already been set for homes. I had given up until my sister discovered a puppy that this man was selling and that resembled our previous dog. It’s great distance from home was an issue, but my family was unaffected by that. We drove there, which was at least two hours away.
When we got there, the puppy was the size of my hand, he smelled like newborn puppy chow, and his fur felt soft on my hand. His little tail was wagging joyfully. As soon as I held him, I knew he was the dog I had been waiting for. I could almost feel the bliss enveloping my entire being. My heart was slowly melting with happiness. I've chosen to call him Osito, which is Spanish for "teddy bear" and the name of our last dog who we have had since I was born. I adored him so much. It was like finding a perfect pair of socks in your drawer.
To this day my puppy is a five month old dog and is wagging his tail more than ever.
The end! :)))
