Personal Narrative: When I Get My First Dog

When I was just four years old, my family decided it was time to get our first dog. We arrived to scene in a hurry because we heard someone’s dog just had puppies and we wanted to pick out a good one. Once we got there, the backyard was filled with bouncing 1-2 month old puppies. Since I was four, I wasn’t picky of which dog I wanted I just wanted a dog. So my mom saw one puppy that had a white face but a perfect black circle on the top of her head.
Our trip began as soon as we took the puppy into our car. Me and my sister where bickering over names. Brownie, Oreo, Zoey, you name it. I shouted out COOKIE! and everyone agreed except my sister. Cookie was whimpering in the backseat in her kennel like she always does even to this day. I was so