Do you remember your first dog? I do. A Cairn terrier in shades of brown, white and black. I’m not sure what a little Scottish dog was doing in Lynchburg, Virginia. She was an indoor dog, I am told, until she jumped into my crib and my mother worried that she had smothered me. And, thus, she became an outdoor dog. Fluffy, I called her, because of her long fur. But if she’d had a long nose, perhaps I would have called her Nosey like my guest contributor, a young girl also living in Virginia, writing about her albino Siberian husky.
My Courageous Moment
By: Sienna B.
I remember the time when I got my first dog. I was very scared because I didn’t know what it would be like since I never had a dog only one rabbit. When I first saw the girl dog I didn’t know what to name her. Since the dog kept pushing me with her nose I called her Nosey the dog. And now she just lives up to the name Nosey. Then Nosey became my only friend when I told everyone in school that I got a puppy. I don’t see Nosey a lot. She doesn’t live with my family and I. My landlord said, “No dogs or cats allowed” in his duplex buildings. I was really mad because I had to give her up to my stepdad. I still go to see her every day of the week.
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