womens best friend

Woman’s best friend. 44% of Americans own a dog. I have owned three dogs in my lifetime; three in which I no longer own. Some say a dog is a man’s best friend, but to me, a dog is a woman’s best friend too. A dog is not just a friend though; it is part of the family. I have loved all of my dogs the same, but differently. Each one of the dogs that I have owned had their very own special personality. Each dog meant something different to me; I had my first dog (Sammy), my best friend (Daisy), and my crazy boy (Scooter). My first dogs name was Sammy. She was my first friend. She was a very large Neapolitan Mastiff; huge and grey. Sammy was a lot bigger than I was. People misinterpreted her as a vicious, unfriendly dog. They were wrong. She was the most loving dog I have ever been around. She had a natural motherly instinct; she always wanted to nurture children. I remember lying on the ground with her every night, cuddling against her stomach. I loved feeling her warm body against mine, I felt so safe. Every time I fed her she would slop her food up in the matter of seconds, drooling everywhere. Sammy eventually got old and I knew that because she was so big, her health was not in good shape. I was around 10 years old up north with my father when I got the call from my mother. When I picked up the phone I was excited to hear my mother’s voice but then she had told me that Sammy passed away. The minute she told me the news I hung up the phone because I didn’t want her to hear me cry. My mother called back and I picked up; I told her that I cannot talk right now. I then ran into the woods screaming and crying; I was hurt that my first dog would be gone forever. I still have pictures of Sammy in my photo album and will never throw them away. My best friend while I was a child’s name was Daisy. She was my very own dog. Not my mothers, or fathers; she was mine. I had told my father that I wanted my own dog for a very long time