|Shorty (standard:other, 553 words)|
|Author: Babbit||Added: Apr 23 2003||Views/Reads: 1539/1||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. Tweet
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