My Dog Experience

I am thirteen years old right now. When I was about five, I asked my mother for a dog. I did not have any special breed in mind but I just wanted a dog. She said yes, so I got so happy I even blurted it out to my school friends the next day. After a few days or shall I say weeks I waited.....and waited....and waited. Everything else was fine but just one thing I wanted to know, where was my dog? I asked my mom again but she just said "I will get you your dog , just wait until we move into a bigger house or move to a new country." A new house? We just had moved in three months ago and she wanted me to wait until we moved out!?! I had no choice but to wait.

After when I was eight and a half, my sisters said "Just forget about it. You know that it is not coming at all. Think about it if you get that dog, you are going to clean up all it's waste and take it for a walk." I thought about what they told me but I didn't care. I needed that dog, but like I said earlier there was nothing I could do.

When I was twelve, I remembered the dog, how I begged for it and all that. One morning I woke up by hearing my parents arguing. They were arguing about if we should move out or not. My dad said we stayed here too long but my mom said we should stay on. I quickly ran out and said we should move. You probably already know why so I won't mention it. My mom looked at me angrily knowing what was on my mind. So she gave in. We moved out after three months. My dad had to go up and down from Bangkok to Singapore which was where I lived before coming to Bangkok. So my mom said,"Okay okay, your dog will come now." I just waited until we settled completely then only I will find a dog. By that time my birthday came. Then finally, I was thirteen, my first year being a teenager. We are now 100% settled. When we were 85% settled, I was on my search for the dog. My mom helped me out. One day when I came home from school, my mom and sisters said that we have a picture of a dog. So I looked at it. This dog was the size of a "Golden Retriever" and a "Labrador Retriever". It was one of the "Irish Setter". It was big dark brown, as dark as dark chocolate. It was so cute. Suddenly I asked my mom, "This dog is huge, can we keep this dog in our apartment?" She said "Lets go and see it and we will decide." I liked the dog it was so cuddly. It was two months old when we saw it in the shop. My sister, my mom and I found it adorable. So we bought it and went to buy the supplies. That night we took it for it's first walk. We even fed it it's dinner. Late that night, my mom regretted it. She said It will grow too big and we wouldn't be able to take care of it. My sister realized it too. I got angry. They didn't even give it chance. They could see the hurt in my eyes. So they said that they will give it a chance. Next day they brought it up again. This time they did not give up. I was hopeless, I could nothing to support myself so I gave in.

My mom and I took it back. My sister stayed home and did some work. When we came home, My mom promised another dog next year. She said only a small one.

So I am still waiting, but I said to myself ,if it happens again, I won't give in.

To see a picture of an "Irish Setter", look in the Encarta or the internet and type in IRISH SETTER.