Shorty (standard:other, 553 words)
Author: Babbit	Added: Apr 23 2003	Views/Reads: 3021/1	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
My Mommy's puppy

This is about a little puppy dog.  Her name was SHorty.  She was the
cutest little thing, though she used to be called Short Rat, and other 
things.  She was the perfect addition to my family a LONG time ago. 

I think I was in middle school at the time, my mom and dad did paper
routes to earn extra money for home.  One one very cold and snowy day 
while we were all helping with the routes to get them done quicker Dad 
came up to us with his paper bag cuddled in front of him.  What was 
inside became a wonderful addition to our family.  You see Shorty was 
left to freeze and fend for herself, but lucky enough for her my dad 
found her.  She got along wonderfuly with my puppy Alex who is a full 
blooded cocker spaniel. 

Her and Alex would go and run around our yard when we lived in town, and
moved with us when we moved to my Grandma's house that my mom 
inheriated.  SHorty was never scared of anything.  I have seen Shorty 
walk up to large German Shepards and try to scare them off.  It always 
seemed the big dogs were laughing at her.  This dog was an interesting 
sort, would go after deer, but always got chased by the deer instead. 

She was our watch dog, always barking when someone would pull up in the
driveway, even if it was one of us kids. 

She was around for some of the biggest things in my life.  When my
grandpa died she was there, when my grandma died she was there, when I 
had 2 friends commit suside at different times, she was there She was 
at my graduation party, got pictures of her when I was dressed up for 
prom.  She attacked me with lots of puppy kisses when I returned home 
from Spain, and Las Vegas, and Tennesse... 

Of all the good or bad times in my life for the longest time she was
there.  I may of said I didn't like her, but she was a constant 
reminder that I was always loved.  I miss her a great deal. 

When the end started coming I finially realized how old she was, we had
had her for 13 years, but she was already full grown when we got her.  
So I don't know how old she really was.  But for those 13 years of my 
life she was something I could count on.  She started getting a white 
muzzle from age, couldn't move around as well, couldn't jump on my 
mom's bed without help anymore.  BUt I would of done anything for that 
puppy when I was at my mom's house.  Would help her outside, and back 
inside take food into my mom's room for her, kept my daughter from 
pulling her ears, though she seemed to love having my little lady there 
with her. 

I think the thing I am most grateful for, is the fact that SHorty gave
so much love, and that I could see that she had love in abundance in 
return, from my family, my sisters family, from friends I grew up with, 
but most of all my mom.  SHorty was my mommy's puppy, always was. 

Shorty was loved, that's what matters.  And always will be.


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