Dog Trek Creative Writing

My growing dog who love to mess up things

My dog Trek was two old when I got him. He was the size of my hand with three different mix of colors, which are brown, grey and black his coat shines as the sun hit his fur. Trek also love to just rip into things that was just uncalled for. I tried to find ways to stop him but I was barely around. Trek was the first puppy I have ever gotten. I’ll spoil him just for the fun of it. I could not believe how small he was. He was nothing but the size of a tennis ball. The colors on Trek was just so beautiful that I just fell in love. The coat of his fur shines from a mile away. As he had gotten bigger over the two years you can now see his color more. His face and body is a full coat of grey that shines when the sun hits. The size of his face is narrow and slim. The eyebrows are a light color of brown with his black eye lashes. His eyes are round and pretty brown. His ears points up when he is excited, they are like a shape of a triangle. The face expression that he be making really do be showing how he is feeling. His mouth is also light brown which connects to his neck. More light brown is on his paw, half way up his legs and just a little on his stomach. The
colors that he have are basically good on him to have. But something should have told me how bad that he was gone be. When Trek was about a year old, my dad had built a bench for people to sit on.
The bench was made out of wood that was a golden brown. There was also cotton that was really thick so that we would not sit on hard wood. The bench was about three feet high and maybe also four feet long. I do not know how Trek got to it, but he had tour off the cotton on the bench. I was ashamed that he did that. Did not know what was up with him and that bench that he could not leave it alone. Also, then he had the habit of biting into my shoes as I am walking in them. My shoes were a pair of Jordan’s. The colors on there were grey all around with the pink outline around and white at the bottom. I used to always wear those shoes almost every day. They were like my favorite pair of
shoes. Therefore, I tried to find ways for him to stop tearing up things. But it is like he does not understand anything that I be saying to him. Though I know he does understand my sayings, he just get too excited when he sees me. When it comes to my dad, he listens quit well. I sometimes feel ashamed because I am barley around him.