Personal Narrative: Why I Get My Dog

It all began when a was a little boy and all I wanted was a dog, for years I begged and begged, and still no dog. I felt as if I was incomplete without one, I had even written persuasive essays in school on why I should get a dog and waited and just hoped for it. Finally, when I was in 5th grade, I found a church ministry where we met once month and came up with ideas to raise money for the local rescue. During the meetings, we would also go for a walk, those who had animals would walk them. One time, somebody from the rescue came with one of the rescue dogs for the walk, which inspired me to go to the rescue and check it out.

The first step of getting my dog began we went to the rescue to take dogs out on walks which I really wanted to do. While we were there I saw on a flyer, my soon to be dog without knowing it, a dog as cute as a baby bunny. It turns out, I was not old enough to walk the dogs, which was like emotionally being hit by a truck. I had to just walk while my mom walked the dogs, which was okay. My mom got more involved with the rescue, and one day while I was at school she was washing dogs, and the dog from the flyer was scared and ducked
After my mom washed this dog, she told me that we needed to take help Drake out by taking him on walks, so we did. Every day I was at school excited to take him out to the park and run around and play. I had been a couple months when we came to the conclusion to start taking him home here and there. He grew happier and more attached everyday, excited to see us every time we picked him up from the rescue, and so did I. It was around this time when we started to take him with us to the church meetings and he was not really dog friendly, so that did not go so well. Shortly after we signed foster papers, which meant he was with us full time, but the rescued owned him and payed for