Ernie and I, the best of friends. Though I wish I spent more time with him. These pictures mean the most to me, because they are the last pictures I have with my dog. My dog is the one thing I remember the most about my life, since I had him for fourteen years. He was there for me all the time. He seemed to know when I was sad or mad. When I was sad, he always came over to me, and sat there until I was better, that's what I miss about him. Even when I was mad, he sat next to me, unless I was mad at him. These pictures remind me of all the good times, bad times, the sad times, and the hard times I had with him.
Like, when we lived in Overland Park, he always got out of the yard, caused trouble with the neighbor's dogs, and the one thing I remember the most was the times we took him to the dog park. It was fun, having a place where we could let him loose, and he could have fun with other dogs. One day we brought him home from the dog park, he was sitting between my mom and I. When we pulled into the driveway I started to roll the window down. The next thing I knew my mom screamed and he was out of the window, and up the road in a flash.
Then we moved to Missouri, for a couple of those years, he lived with my dad and I. Then I took him over to my grandma's house, where until I moved to Olathe last year, he stayed. When he was at my grandma's hoses, there were other dogs he had to share me with. I know I should of spent more time with him when he was there, but I didn't and it makes me sad thinking about it now. Though there was one moment I will never forget about him at my grandma's, and that was the day, he chased after a dear.
When we moved to Olathe, I got to sleep with my dog, which if I remember correctly I never got to do. So I always had him sleep with me, and got use to that. My dog was the best thing I had at this time in my life. Going from being an only child, and moving from the country to the city, its hard on a teen. The good thing about having a dog is, he seemed to know when I was sad or mad, and he would always cheer me up.
I miss him a lot, I cry at night when I reach over, and there is nothing there, but at least he is in a better place now. I know he is watching over me, and he will always be my favorite dog. No dog in the world could replace him. That's what these pictures remind me of.
Like, when we lived in Overland Park, he always got out of the yard, caused trouble with the neighbor's dogs, and the one thing I remember the most was the times we took him to the dog park. It was fun, having a place where we could let him loose, and he could have fun with other dogs. One day we brought him home from the dog park, he was sitting between my mom and I. When we pulled into the driveway I started to roll the window down. The next thing I knew my mom screamed and he was out of the window, and up the road in a flash.
Then we moved to Missouri, for a couple of those years, he lived with my dad and I. Then I took him over to my grandma's house, where until I moved to Olathe last year, he stayed. When he was at my grandma's hoses, there were other dogs he had to share me with. I know I should of spent more time with him when he was there, but I didn't and it makes me sad thinking about it now. Though there was one moment I will never forget about him at my grandma's, and that was the day, he chased after a dear.
When we moved to Olathe, I got to sleep with my dog, which if I remember correctly I never got to do. So I always had him sleep with me, and got use to that. My dog was the best thing I had at this time in my life. Going from being an only child, and moving from the country to the city, its hard on a teen. The good thing about having a dog is, he seemed to know when I was sad or mad, and he would always cheer me up.
I miss him a lot, I cry at night when I reach over, and there is nothing there, but at least he is in a better place now. I know he is watching over me, and he will always be my favorite dog. No dog in the world could replace him. That's what these pictures remind me of.
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