THE DAY I GOT MY DOG

Bitsy Lonergan, who is 10, wrote this story for our blog.

This story is dedicated to my dog RUSTY.

It was a dreary January afternoon about 3:30 on a Wednesday. It had been about 2 years since our black lab Chuckles had died. After school Maura and I wanted to go to the library but my mom said we had to make a stop at home first. We went home and when we walked in we saw my dad with his arms around a small object. I didn't think it was a big deal it's probably just a box or something. When I saw my grandma with the video camera, I knew something was up. I ran around the room and stopped where my dad was sitting. Just as I thought in his arms was a tiny puppy. I started to jump for joy, but I stayed quiet because I knew the puppy was scared. I sat down and my Dad handed me the tiny puppy. When Maura saw the puppy she exclaimed"O MY GOSH!!!" and wanted a turn next, same with Fiona. He was so light I could lift him over my head and carry him around that way. We decided to name him Rusty. It was a good name for a golden retriever and his coat is the color of rust.

To this day Rusty is a happy healthy dog and is very energetic. he loves to play, but hates to swim. His favorite thing to get, is a belly rub. The definition of a dog is a man's best friend. That means to me that he will always be there for me, and I will be there for him. His is one of my very best friends.