A Man's Best Friend

Have you ever had a dog? If you have you would probably like my story. It all started when I was 4. I wanted a dog. I had seen lots of pictures and I wanted one. Lilly was just a little baby. She had no idea what was going on. We all decided on an English bulldog and named her Ethel. She was the greatest. She would give us rides on her back. She would sleep on our beds. Well, you get the picture.

Here came her personality. She was always perky and wild. She would play with us outside on any day. If we were outside, she was outside. She would run like a murderer was chasing her. If she ran too fast, she would always knock you down. She would play with anything. If it was even your toe, she would have it in her mouth. She was brown and black with white speckles.

One day she was not herself. She would just lie around and be lazy. She wouldn’t even get up to chase her favorite toy. We were all very worried. Then I noticed this green goop in her eye. We took her to the vet. The vet said she was very sick. I think he said she had some kind of flu that never went away. One day when I came home, Ethel wasn’t home. My parents called into the living room and told us the news. She had died that day. You know when you get so sad or scared you laugh? Well that’s what happened to me.

Well we thought what dog we were going to get next. We had to choose from millions of breeds. There was cocker spaniel, golden retriever, boson terrier, black lab, and many many others. We chose another English bulldog. We named her Wheezie.
She was almost exactly like Ethel. She had the same personality and playfulness as Ethel. They could have been sisters. She had white fur with a brown patch on her right eye and on her tail.

We had a lot of problems at first. It was mostly potty training. We got her a small cage just big enough for her to turn around in. I forgot to mention she was very fat. Confined spaces help potty train dogs for some reason. When potty training was over, it was on to running when we called her. We solved that by spanking her when she ran. We still have the problem of eating grass then throwing up. Other than those minor problems, she is a great dog. I will always miss Ethel.