Sunday, June 2, 2019
my dog Trooper :: essays research papers
Trooper     Two memories stand out from when I was a kid. One was the daylight the Nintendo Entertainment System hit the shelves. The other was the day a boys best friend came into my world. Who would have thought that this day would become one of the happiest days of my life?      It was in the middle of spring on a nice sunny day. I had just finished my break down game from my recreational basketball league. Our team lost, but I put in my two points, along with two solid quarters of bench warming. I was never much of an athlete, but rather a mathlete. Regardless, I still had a lot of fun playing sports.     On our way home from the game, my tonic and I stopped at several pet stores. I was very confused. He neglected to tell me what we were doing, but I gladly played along. entirely together we must have stopped at four or five different pet stores. We bought a pack of drop back bones, a dog collar and leash, dog shamp oo, dog food, and a dog cage. Now I am not the kind of person to jump to conclusions, but I speak up I was catching on to something. We proceeded home after spending a near 200 dollars on dog supplies.Once we got home, my dad asked, "Joe, What do you wish to do today?" I could tell by the sound of his voice that he had asked a rhetorical question. Although at the age of eight I had no idea what a rhetorical question was, I knew he was telling me that we were on our way to the animal shelter.My parents and I jumped into our 1989 blue Aerostar van. My brother was away on a camping trip, so it was just the three of us. The 20-minute drive felt like two hours, and I can remember every second of it. We host up to the shelter on a smooth paved road that went up to a hill. An empty pasture was on our left side and an hoar cemetery was on our right. The shelter looked like a small prison. It stood alone in the middle of an open field, surrounded by fence. We jumped out of our va n and headed up the walkway. As we walked through the front door, we were forced to look at the cats. Walking through the cat section was the only way to get to the dog doghouse part.
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