Best Friends Even If One Is Furry

Once upon a time, there was a little girl named Margie, she is seven years old, a tall slender brown headed girl and with the most beautiful blue eyes you will ever see. She lived in a big town named Renetta, she had a few friends but not many. One morning, she woke up at 8:00 AM, ate blueberry pancakes with whipped cream on top for breakfast and decided to take a walking around her community with her skipping rope. It was a breezy day with the sun blaring down. She had seen so many trees and bushes everywhere, after hours and hours of skipping rope she came across the prettiest bush she had ever seen. The bush was wiggling "uhm hello?" the confused girl called out. While she grabbed towards the bush, out came a little puppy. The small golden Lab, almost the color of a tan fence, with her eyes the color of a the most yellow sunflower blooming on a hot summer day. She believes this puppy looks to be no more than three months old. "Oh, how BEAUTIFUL!" she cried out. I thought 'whose puppy is this?' I was not sure what to do, so she bent down and touched the puppy. As she bent down to pick up the puppy, she yelled out ‘ABBY! that is what I shall call you.’ As Abby and I started walking towards the local pet store that was about twenty feet away from her house. In her pockets, she had about twenty-five dollars. She looked around the store and found some dog treats for five dollars. As she continued to glance around, she found a small crate with a bed for ten dollars. ‘I have just enough’ I thought. I ran to the cashier, "that will be fifteen dollars please" said the cashier. "Alright, thank you!" she said. Checking the clock that was hanging on the wall in the store, it was six past three. She needed to be home by three thirty. Margie ran home as fast as she could with the puppy in one hand and the crate juggling in the other, making sure not to drop either. By time she got home it was three twenty-five p.m. just in the nick of time. She bolted up to her room, set up the crate in her closet and put the treats in her dresser drawer. ‘This is the perfect hiding spot for now,’ I thought. I walked downstairs and left Abby in the crate. "Mother, can I take a bath?" I asked. My mother then proceeded to say very quickly, "dinner is almost done maybe after you eat." I ate my taco dinner as fast as I could handle without choking, so I could get back upstairs to Abby and give her a bath along with myself. Making my way to my closet, I opened the door, seeing Abby fast asleep so peacefully warmed my heart greatly. I gently woke Abby then she started licking my face, I gigged so loud I thought my mother heard me. Quietly walking towards my bathroom with Abby in my arms, I shut the door and locked it as fast as I could manage before mother could come in. I sat Abby in the bathtub, knowing she was not big enough to jump out and started the water to warm it just right for the both of us. Adding a little bubble bath will surely be a fun experience with my new best friend! Looking down at my hands all wrinkly and then towards Abby who is smiling with bubbles adored on top of her head. ‘It is time to get out,’ I thought. Wrapping myself in an oversized baggy towel, then grabbing a second towel for Abby. I walked quietly to my room; Abby barked. I ran! While I was getting dressed in my room, mother came in and saw Abby. "What is this?!' She exclaimed. Stuttering, "uhm... while on my walk today I came across this dog and I named it Abby she is my dog now!!" Mother seemed SUPER angry and stormed out of my room ‘I will deal with this later!’ she yelled. 

"We have to see if we can find the owner before we keep can her" mother said. Over the span of five days, we set out flyers on our mailbox and on trees throughout our community. One dark stormy morning, I woke up to my mother in a panic. "What is going on!?" I exclaimed. "Someone phoned in claiming this was there puppy. I asked what color the puppy is and what color her eyes are too?" With Abby having such distinct color of eyes, that we have never seen before, we knew asking what color eyes she had, would verify that this dog was truly the person on the phones dog. "They tried to take Abby!!!!" Mother cried out. "How!?!" I screamed. “The gentleman on the phone introduced himself as Luke Ramsey,” Mother proclaimed. She than continued, “Luke stated, I am calling about the puppy you found. The dog I am looking for is male, he has brown long fur and beautiful brown eyes almost black. His name is Brutus. Is that the dog in the flyers I see around town? I told Luke, that is not the correct dog I am sorry. Luke interrupted me trying to change the description of the dog. I politely told him, I am sorry your dog is missing, but this is not your dog. Have a nice day and disconnected the phone." I grabbed Abby and held her tight 'nobody will take you from us I promise!' Fast forward, it has been thirty days and no one else called so we decided to take a trip to our local shelter giving it one last attempt to found Abby’s owners, that is if she even has any. Mother and I walked into the shelter, where dogs are barking and cats are meowing in cages, kind of like they are in jail, it is so sad to see. I do not want Abby ending up like that. I picked Abby up and continued to walk. We approached this tall stocky hill-Billie man with a county accent, with a long bushy red beard, he said his name was Buford. “How may I help you?” said Buford. Mother asked, “Has anybody been looking for a puppy matching this Abby’s description?” “Well ma’am, another young couple came in here about two hours ago. They had a mama dog and her young-ins about four of ‘em that match Abby’s description. They stated they found ‘em in a storm drain. Nobody is looking for ‘em, we believe they is strays. It is up to yeh mama if yeh can keep her.” Burford explained. “Thank you,” we said and left. 

We return home after an hour. We had gotten Abby some food at the pet store, we had only gotten her a small bag of puppy chow to last her until we found her owners but now we have to get her a bigger bag if she is staying with us, a cute sweater and some fun toys to play with her. ‘Am I able to keep her, why is mother buying all these things for Abby?’ I thought. I wanted to ask her what she was thinking about keeping Abby or rehoming her, but I was scared she would not accept keeping Abby and that would break my heart. Abby being a stray dog already, then having found the perfect home, would crush her, to be rehomed again and not see who she has become familiar with over this past month in a half. I finally got up the courage to ask. I went into my mother’s room and asked, “are we keeping Abby?” My mother said, “yes, we are going to keep her and that is because I’m very proud of you for making this dog have a home and doing the right thing by Abby. She is now our dog forever." 

The end!!