The Life of my Puppy, Gingerale

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It was one of the sweetest memories of my life. To begin with, a perfect day was dusking in my new compound. Biking alone, I sighed of boredom and pedaled without energy. Suddenly, a puppy came scuttling out of the bushes. His ginger ale colored fur was like a coat, gleaming under the warm sunlight, the fur on his chest were white. Moving closer, I could see that he was focusing on me with his big eyes that were the color of caramel. He had white eyebrows, and looked as if he was wearing thick eyeliner. The two floppy ears were shaped like triangles that were upside down. He was absolutely adorable. I hopped off my bike and wandered a little bit closer. I could sense from his eyes, he was dying for a friend. However, I cognized he didn’t have a collar. Thus I maintained a distance, even though I wanted to pet him. To my astonishment, the puppy scurried over to me, and started nipping my shin with his teeth. It really hurt, even though he was just playing around. Irritated, I lifted him from the ground as if he was only a shoe box light, and set him down in his garage. When I turned away, he dashed over and continued nipping me again. “Stop doing that!” I clamored; he backed off, blinking his innocent eyes at me. They seemed apologetic. For a moment, we just stared at each other. Maybe he wants someone to care about him. I paced over, and leisurely squatted next to him. To my surprise, he stuffed his head underneath my arms. While my hand gently ruffled his fluffy fur, I heard him whimpering, with his gloomy eyes peeking up at me. He was expressing about his agony to me. That was the day our friendship was planted into the soil, waiting for sunlight, and water, anything that would help it grow mighty and flawless.

Every day he l...

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... The daughter was the chip off the old block; she’s got the personality of Gingerale’s. She was wild, loyal, and even had the gait of her dad’s. Unfortunately, I couldn’t pet them, because if I did, I’d start to sneeze out of control. My eyes would swell up like the size of grapes as my nose gets stuffy. Soon, an itchy rash would appear. It is amazing how Gingerale was the only dog I never had allergic reactions to.

I will always treasure the joyful times Gingerale gave me. The moments when I held him tight in my arms, and the way he always greeted me, wagging his tail in a friendly way. Even though we were together only for a brief period of time, I’ve never been so close to a dog. I wish him the best, wherever he is, and hope God would send him an angel to protect him. He will forever be in my heart and I know he was the dog I never had. I love you Gingerale. <3

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