Personal Narrative: My Dad's Home

The pickup’s engine roars to life when my Dad turned it on. I was in my room packing. I was deciding what to take camping? I was thinking to myself that I should take a first aid kit, a flashlight, a sleeping bag, and some water. When I finished packing my bag. I was thinking to myself, my parents should do the rest. I mean I got all I need.
My mom calls out to me; “Connor hurry up we should have left already.”
I run from my room with my backpack downstairs and out the door.
“Your dad is calling you outside to help him.”
I nodded, and I started putting my shoes on. When I finished, I walked outside. I called out to my dad. “ Where you at?”
“I am right here,” Dad said behind the pickup.
I walked behind the pickup. I see him loading the kayaks
I picked up a picture of my old dog max. I barely knew him. I put the picture down and looked at my drawers. I saw a sock sticking out of the top of the drawer. I turned around and looked at my closet tidy and clean… Perfect.
“Connor, your Dad has your present,” my mom yelled outside.
I forgot all about my present I ran outside in a hurry that I forgot to put my shoes on. I felt the cool damp grass, soak my socks. When I looked up my smile faded. My dad was carrying a dog. “What are you going to call him?” Dad said.
I thought to myself, what should I call him?Then, all of a sudden the name can out.
“Dad I want to call him Keith,” I said. My dad said
“are you sure about that.” with a concerned look on his face.
“Yes, dad, like never before,” even though I didn’t care. “Well, okay Connor hurry up and get your stuff we are about to leave.” Day 2 9:30 am
It is the next day of waiting in the car when we got to the campground. The sun is out and it is peeking over the horizon. I got Keith’s leash and I put on Keith’s collar. I opened the door and Keith hopped out the car. He started sniffing the gravel road and then he sneezed. My Dad jumped out the pickup, stretching like he just woke up from a nap.
“That feels much better,” Dad
Keith kept looking at a bush.
“What are you looking at boy. what do you smell,” I say in a goofy way.
I was getting the hang of having Keith as my dog, but something tells me he’s worthless. I let him pull me and goes to a tree. He starts sniffing it and then he looks at me. It takes me a while to realize that he is telling me to look the other way. I do turn the other way and I hear a noise that sounds like water hitting something and then I smelled a foul odor. I knew what it was and I didn’t want to turn around. The noise stops and I see Keith’s head pop from the side of my leg and then he pulls me again to my