Nishika N 5Lo

The Beagle

        

 Have you ever wanted a pet? A dog in particular? Well then you know how I feel… persistent, hopeful, and impatient. You’re just waiting forever for your family to agree to get a dog for you. It’s just sad.

            Well, one day I was scrolling up and down on the Connecticut Humane Society website. I looked through old huskies with patches of white on their mahogany gray fur, extremely young Labradors that were darker than the night, and tan bulldogs with rose-pink noses. I wanted a dog that was open to people, not too young, like 3 months, and not too old, like 9 years. Sometimes I came upon nice dogs and pups but we never took them. That day, I did not know that I would get the dog of my dreams.

            Anyway, on the same day that I was looking for a dog, I noticed a picture. I double-clicked on it to get a better view of my first dog. He was a black and white, floppy eared, small, happy puppy. I scrolled to the side of the picture where all the info of the dog was. It turned out that he was the type of dog I wanted, 3 years old, a beagle/mix, and was available for any age!

            I called my parents and the next thing you knew we were zipping down to the Humane Society faster than a starving hawk attacking its prey. As soon as we entered the society we asked the manager if we could see Gomer (the beagle) and we barged into the interview room. I had been in this room loads of times to see the dogs we liked. The only reason we looked at the dogs was because my dad agreed that we should have a pup. The room was a small one. It had a rectangular counter attached to the wall that held dog food and smelled like rotten eggs and wet, icky chew toys. It had another couch attached to the wall with a blue cushion to sit on and wood underneath it.

            As all the memories I had with other dogs rushed back into my head, a small, spotted, young beagle galloped in. I knew who this was. You guessed him. It was Gomer. A smile that reached my ears arrived. I bolted over to him and pet him as much as possible. I loved him from the start. I bet my sister did too. She grabbed a toy that looked like a leopard-spotted napkin and held it over Gomer’s nose. He leaped at it and chased it all around the room. Then, my sister lay down on the ground with Gomer, and I and rubbed his white belly. I could tell that my parents were discussing if we would get him or not. My parents loved him and so did we, so why not get him? Finally, my parents compromised… and… we… GOT HIM!!!!!

            W renamed him Biscuit and got him everything he needed. I was SO happy with him, but, he got spoiled and started growling and even biting!!! We returned him and I bet he’s in a good home. When we returned him, I realized that my family isn’t a dog family and that’s OK, at least I had a good time. If you have a dog and you’re happy, that’s great, but if you have a family that doesn’t like dogs… good luck.