My World

From the past two years, I am asking my dad to get me a dog. My mother, my sister, my brother, and the entire family is against my wish. And I finally convinced all of them with some conditions. The conditions are I should only feed him, I should only bath him, walk him, everything I should do. I said yes and agreed to all of their conditions. They really didn’t bother me. The only thing I wanted is a dog.

I selected a Labrador, a golden Labrador. I was so excited to get a dog. It’s just 3 months old when I bought him home. He is tiny and so cute with a little fur. He is so soft and warm. I bought him a bowl, leash, and pedigree. The little puppy ate a bowl of food within no time and I was so surprised. I took him in my hands and kissed him. He licked my cheek back and I fell in love with him. My parents shouted me for keeping him always in my lap, but I didn’t care. I like touching him and he likes sitting on my lap. Even at night I kept him on my bed and covered him with a blanket to hide him from my parents and siblings.

Every morning I took him for a walk. I don’t know why but I felt very proud and happy walking with him. In the evening he waits for me at the door. The little paws, low growl, and the puppy face always made me feel good and happy. After a year he became huge, my little puppy is all grown up into a big dog. The golden fur is soft and shining. The low growl turned in to a loud bark. He couldn’t fit any more in my lap so I started sitting on his back. The little puppy eyes became into large brown eyes. His golden fur keeps me warm in the cold evenings. He always stays with me in my low times. He likes playing in the rain. I shared my food, my toys with him and also shared some habits. In my family, I am the laziest and my dog is lazier than me.

 I took many selfies with him and my phone gallery is filled with his photos. I also got punished because of him. He tore my assignment and gave an innocent look, but I didn’t understand until I checked my bag in the college. I went home with a lot of anger. I saw him hiding beside the chair with the same innocent eyes and I fell in love with him again. I cannot be angry with him. The days passed and there are no conditions and rules. Everyone loved him. He loves everyone but when it comes to me he is possessive and I like that. I read a line saying “a dog loves you more than you love yourself” and I believe in it. He always supported me, loved me, cared me and protected me. He became my life. My dog, my world.