The New Puppy
My little brother Mario wanted a dog for his birthday. My mom and I went down to the pet store while he stayed at home with grandma. When we got to the pet store, we saw snakes, birds, mice, and fish. The dogs were in the back. The store only had fancy poodles with curly hair, and they cost $300 each!
My mom said that we could not afford to buy such an expensive dog. I told her that Mario wouldn’t have liked a poodle anyway.
On the way back home we stopped at the animal shelter to see if they had any dogs for adoption. There was a little brown one with black spots in a cage in the back corner. The other dogs in the shelter started barking when I walked by their cages, but he was real quiet. I put my hand next to the bars of the cage and the puppy slowly walked over to smell my hand. I could tell he had been hurt because one of his legs didn’t work that well.
Even though it was small, his eyes were big. He stuck his tongue through the bars to lick my hand. He wagged his tail. I knew we had found my brother’s birthday dog.