Finally a Different Answer

I had asked for one my whole life. Ever since I could talk I had been asking. Ever since I could write it was on my Christmas list. Everyday I would push the point. “Can I have one” but the same answer every single time, “No.” I never gave up, I kept pushing my point, I never gave up. June 7, 2014 was my day. It was a saturday, my parents woke me up because my sister wanted to go to get another pair of shoes.  So while my mother and sister shopped, me and my father did what we always did, we went and looked at the puppies at the Petsmart next door. It was an adoption day, there were puppies everywhere. Different litters scattered everywhere. As usual my dad and I were playing with all the puppies when one litter caught our eye. My dad had always wanted a dog too, but my mother always thought the dog would get ignored because we are not home enough. Well, obviously something changed. We were playing with this one puppy whose name was Sven. He was nice and playful and as usual my sister and mom took forever, so we spent an hour with him. So I told my dad that I wasn't leaving without this dog. As usual he told me that my mom would never say yes and there was no use in trying. Somehow I talked my mom into coming and looking at him. I then poured as much guild from my childhood into her that I possibly could. She said yes but I hadn't even realized it. I put the dog down and began to walk out of the store. I was so used to be told no about getting a dog that it didn't even occur to me until my dad said it. That was one of the single best days of my life. Although he’s a handful, he always knows when I am angry or sad and comes up and makes it better. Even though it took almost 14 years to get a dog, every minute of fighting was worth it.  

~ Tristan N.