Hi. My name is Emma. I'm 12 years old and yesterday was the best day of my life. Let's start at the beginning...
The beginning of the day was pretty boring, though. I woke up, ate breakfast, and then got dressed. After I got dressed, I walked into the living room. I saw a fluffy black and brown blob of fur sitting on the couch. I gasped. I didn't know exactly what it was at first, but I knew it was some sort of puppy or kitten or bunny or something. Probably because it was fuzzy.
When I yelled, "WHAT IS IT?!", it woke up.
That's when I knew it was a puppy. It jumped up, ran to my feet, and barked really loudly. My brother, Jacob, woke up by the barking.
"Emma, why are you making dog noises?" He asked.
He walked downstairs from his bedroom into the living room. My brother Jacob is 16 years old, and he is always rude to me. Sometimes he'll throw something heavy at me for no reason. Or walk up to me with a fake spider and put it on my shoulder, then laughs when I scream in front of everyone at the store. He really gets on my nerves. Once he saw the puppy, he gasped too.
"Let's name him Jacob!" He said.
"We're not naming him after someone who can't do their math homework correctly," I joked.
He glared at me. I honestly didn't care if he hated me or not because that puppy was mine.
"You guys will be sharing the puppy, so it's sort of like a sibling pet, if that's even a thing," Mom said.
What?! I thought the puppy was mine!
"Why are we sharing the puppy?" Jacob asked.
"Two reasons. One, because if you want to have a pet, you'll have to share it. And that means getting along to share the puppy, not fighting every second of the day. Well, you already do that anyway, so... Two, because we don't want to spend 500 dollars buying two puppies"
Made sense. But still, I wish that puppy was all mine. The only thing I've gotten that's made a difference in my life, a good difference, is that stuffed animal I got when I was four or five years old. But at least we HAD a puppy.
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After a while of talking, we decided to name the puppy Fluffy because it was so fluffy. Simple. We took him for a walk for the first time, and it was easy because he didn't jump, bite, or do anything that any dumb dog would do when you take them for a walk. He did stare at a squirrel for a while, but that was pretty much all. If there was a contest for World's Best Dog, Fluffy would definately win.
