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Vanessa Bouche
Personal Narrative
ENGL 103
11/6/15
First Puppy
It was our dream, my sisters and mine, to get a puppy. Then one day our long awaited
dream came true. This day was different than most days, it was full of intense excitement and
joy. My sister had a grin that lit up her whole face; my mother and father full of worry and
hopefulness. It was the day, the day we got our first puppy. It was an early Saturday morning, on
a beautiful summer day, there was not a cloud in the sky, just the beautifully shining sun. We left
around seven in the morning, a forty-minute drive awaiting us to get our new puppy. We had
already picked the one, a cute, brown, little, boxer puppy, all we had left to do was name him.
Dexter, Rocky, Max, Buddy, so many different names were running through our minds. Finally,
we chose the name Rocky. Forty minutes passed and we found ourselves arriving at a small
house in a town called Dundee. All the sudden we felt everything at once; we were beyond
ecstatic to meet our soon to be new member of the family. All my parents could hope for now
was that we did not pick the crazy, obnoxious puppy that would destroy our house. After ringing
the doorbell, the owners opened the door, it was an older man and woman, they greeted us and
proceeded to welcome us into their home. As we walked in, to the right we saw the father dog of
the new puppy we were getting. The house smelled fresh and welcoming, hints of lavender filled
the room. We made our way around to the back of the house and there was our new puppy. He
was cuddled up with the mother dog. They were sleeping so peacefully we almost did not want
to awake him from his sleep. We talked to the couple for a while, learned about the dogs, what to
feed them, and how much. Then it was time, time to bring our new puppy Rocky home. My
mother grabbed the puppy, we pet him and his soft fur radiated warmth. Gathering all our stuff
frantically and excited, we packed our stuff in the car and my sister held the puppy on the way
home.
We were so proud to call this little puppy ours and invite it with our arms wide into our
family. The first couple weeks were rough, my sister and I were constantly staying up all night
and day caring for the Rocky. Rocky had not yet grasped the concept of potty training so we had
to wake up every other hour to take him outside. Though this task was very annoying, tedious,
and repetitive my sister and I have learned a lot about caring and taking responsibility for
someone other than ourselves. Not only were we always busy taking Rocky out to go potty but
we were busy playing with the crazy, energetic puppy. Rocky loved playing fetch, we always
