Personal Narrative: My Dad Give Us A Dog

One thing that I am truly happy about my Dad is him giving us a dog. My mom doesn’t like dogs and she didn’t want us to have a dog because she think we can’t take care of it. My Dad still secretly told me and my brother of getting a small dog. We were excited and made sure to be prepare for the dogs arrival; my father personally let me see the dog first in hand. I was excited and now the dog been a whinny, spoiled, need attention, loving, and a crazy dog. I am thankful for Dad giving us a dog and go against my mother’s wishes for having a dog.
Still, he has some things that I completely despise about, how he is completely stubborn and always complaining about such things that annoys me. Although he is my father I’ve been trying to say the
truth, truth of change to my father but he doesn’t get it. What really that drive me mad, that he thinks he is right is his ideals. He believes in the ideal of common sense that everyone has them but yet no use it. The problem with that is he doesn’t follow his own ideal of common sense, he contradicts himself every time he give me pointless lectures of having common sense. Always have a problem the way I speak because it isn’t normal or to him can’t understand.