Dogs
My own puppy is literally my baby and there is a reason for that. Since I was roughly six years old, I asked my mom and dad for a pug on every occasion. Every christmas, easter, birthday, and generally every day I tried to convince my parents to let me have a dog. The answer of course was ALWAYS no, no matter what promises I made. However, I guess after years and years of me begging and driving my mother crazy, she told me that if I got my stepdads permission, I could buy a puppy, she said this thinking that he would say no obviously since he is allergic to pets. I guess I had the best luck of my life because he said yes, so I automatically started my research for a perfectly little puppy. I still remember the day I went to see the puppies I was interested in, I picked up a female pug that was only seven weeks old and she right away started cuddling me and licking me. I fell in LOVE. I could not contain my joy the day I brought her home. Her name is Frankie and she is now a year old and still my perfect little baby.
