Personal Narrative: My First Dog

My First Dog

It was a warm sunny, Saturday morning. It was also the day we were going to get Kola.
My mom said to me, “Are you excited to go get Kola?”.
I said, “I barely slept at all last night because I was so excited”.
Kola is a 4 month old bullmastiff. He was born in Argentina. When he was 2 months old he came on a plane to America with his brother, Watco. For 2 month they lived in Tennessee. That is were we where going to pick him up. It was a 4 hour drive but, it was worth it. The whole drive I was so excited I was sitting on the edge of my seat. When we got to the place where we were going to meet the breeder to pick Kola up, the breeder was not there yet.
I said eagerly, “ Why is she not here, I just want to see my dog.”
My mom said, “ Don’t worry she will be here soon.”
I ate so fast, by the time I was done, my mom and sister barely eaten anything. When we were done eating, we went to the pet store where we were going to meet the breeder to get Kola. Before we got him, we went into the pet store to pass some time. When we were in there, I going to get Kola a toy. My sister was trying to argue with me about a toy I wanted to get kola.
I said, “ I want to get him this