Candy. Dogs were and still are one of my favorite things ever. When I first got her, she was small,
soft and golden- everything I ever wanted. She was always jumping around and barking and
being the curious puppy she was. I vividly remember the feeling of her little claws on my knees
when she would greet me and leave little harmless scratches on them. We were as happy as ever
for a while, until I started having to do the things that I’d previously been excited to do like walk her
and feed her. It wasn’t the chore itself that I didn’t like, it was the idea of having something- a living
thing depending on me. I hated the idea that