It all began nearly 13 years ago when I was still a child. I wanted a puppy so bad I begged my parents for Christmas to get me one…of course their answer was “no we already have 2 cats we don’t need a dog.” So I hoped everyday they would change their minds then one day we met him.
My step-father whom worked as a plant manager’s assistant was allowed to borrow his boss’ car, a Jaguar, imagine our middle-class family riding around in a small town in Jaguar. As we were going around a winding road we see two puppies walking along the side of the road. Well, my mother and I both with a soft heart couldn’t think of leaving them to walk so close to the road so we turned the car around and took both puppies and went to the house closest to where we found them.
The man there was an elderly man who had several puppies, when we brought them back he chuckled at the runaways and said if we want a puppy we could gladly take one or more. So we did, we got both of the runaways. So in a plant manager’s Jaguar sat me with the tan puppy, later named Little Bear, on my lap and my mother with the black one named Baby.
Little Bear was so nervous in the car he peed on my leg! I wasn’t mad though I was too happy about the puppies. We made it home then we got everything prepared we made them a nice home out of the shed and a big fenced in area so they would wander off again. It turns out these two were pistols…oh so adorable but tyrants.
We loved them very much but they did give us a run for our money. They even got an attitude, it makes me laugh even now thinking about them. They wound up being good thieves too, they always found the bag of treats and ate the whole thing before you noticed it was gone. We have had interesting times and nothing would have made me happier than those two runaway mutts.
This guest post was written by Laura, who is from rural area in Michigan. I have 2 good kids and a great husband. I like to read, write, watch movies, and travel.
