The ride home was a sight. Holding our first puppy ever was the best feeling that a small family could have. The car was filled with laughter, puppy barks, and names that we would call this brown mutt. My three year old brain, being stuck on the "Power Puff Girls", kept yelling "Mojoe!, Mojoe!, Mojoe!" Mojo-jojo was the name of the evil villain on the "Power Puff Girls". Did I mention that I loved the "Power Puff Girls"? Everyone soon fell in love with the name, Mojoe.
Little Mojoe was different from most dogs. He was a scared little dog, didn't run much, never bit people, or seemed to have a wild side. I loved him. He was a small little pup that was growing fast. I spent my days, walking and talking to Mojoe. As a child, I didn't have many friends. And sometimes I liked not having many people to pressure you into things or to bully you. I did, however, have Mojoe, my best friend ever. As I grew a little older, around seven years of age, my brother and our cousin, Katy, would bully me and