KAPPA IV Memoir - Mr. Almanzar

BY: CYNTHIA

  I remember the day when I first got my puppy. I was about 7 or 8 years old. My aunt came in with a small puppy in her hands. The puppy had a blond and black head, white body, and a cute black spot on her back. Immediately, my friends started bugging me,  “who’s is that cute puppy?!! Aww, is she yours?!!” I finally asked my aunt who the puppy belonged to. My aunt told me that her dog had 5 puppies and with my parent’s permission, 1 of them was now mine! I was really excited , my heart was beating faster than I thought it ever could! I had always wanted a puppy!

            When I got home, I realized how much hard work it was to take care of ‘Sandy’. One day, my small, mischievous puppy went under the couch and ripped some of it! You could see the whole! My mother was furious, I could see her eyes with raging fire! I did not want to punish Sandy. I looked into my puppy’s eyes and I could see her eyes glowing with loyalty, I realized that she did not mean to do it. My parents forgave her and I did too.

            Four years later, I’m going to bed. Toys are all over the floor. One by one, Sandy clenches them with her teeth and drops them in their corner spot. I feel like smiling, seeing how my little puppy has learned how to do the right thing. Growing up is such a great thing.