Take for instance, the story of my dog Sandy.
|Heart warming, isn't it?|
My Pet Dog.
I have a pet dog named Sandy.
When I was a baby, I would go on his back and he'd take me for a ride.
Then I would throw my ball.
I loved Sandy.
Yeah, I didn't have a pet dog. Let alone one named Sandy. I have no idea where I came up with this dog. I mean, except for the name which I obviously got from watching Annie three hundred times. Apart from that, the only time I ever saw a dog that looked like a horse was at my friend Candi's house and it's name was Sadie.
Apparently, I was a little jealous.
A few years later, I wrote a poem for the first day of school.
This poem says:
First Day of School
I wonder if my drawings will be as good as theirs
I wonder if they'll like me or just be full of stares
I wonder if my teacher will look like Mom or Gram
I wonder if my puppy will wonder where I am
Now, ignoring the extreme lack of confidence in my social skills and self-esteem, not the last line. Again with the damn puppy!! I mean, I give myself props for the poem rhyming and having proper rhythm and such, but really... why did I feel I needed to lie?
Also, why didn't my parents just get me a dog already?