Personal Narrative-The Time I Got My Dog
The Time I Got My Dog
It was late one summer night, long past my bedtime. The moon was so bright it lit up the yard. Somewhere down the river a freighter honked. I got up and looked out the window. It was so foggy I couldn’t see.
I laid in my bed, wondering if anyone was up. So I crept down the stairs, and I saw a light. I heard voices. Then I saw my mom and dad.
They were on the computer. I saw pictures of English Mastiffs on the screen. My heart leaped. “Were getting a dog?” I asked excitedly. “Were thinking about it” they replied, but they are all the way in Ohio.” “Now go back to bed, it’s late,” my mom said. So I went back upstairs and went to bed.
All night I couldn't sleep. I tossed and turned. What if the dog I pick
It was late one summer night, long past my bedtime. The moon was so bright it lit up the yard. Somewhere down the river a freighter honked. I got up and looked out the window. It was so foggy I couldn’t see.
I laid in my bed, wondering if anyone was up. So I crept down the stairs, and I saw a light. I heard voices. Then I saw my mom and dad.
They were on the computer. I saw pictures of English Mastiffs on the screen. My heart leaped. “Were getting a dog?” I asked excitedly. “Were thinking about it” they replied, but they are all the way in Ohio.” “Now go back to bed, it’s late,” my mom said. So I went back upstairs and went to bed.
All night I couldn't sleep. I tossed and turned. What if the dog I pick