Arf! Arf! Arf! A white, fluffy dog came running.
“Fluffy!” I looked up to see a woman running after Fluffy. She picked up the puppy.
“I’m sorry dear. She’s always excited to meet new people.”
“It’s ok. She’s very cute.”
“Thank you.”
“Let’s go, Emily.” Mom said. I turned around and walked with my Mom then glanced back at Fluffy. I wish I could have a puppy.
When we reached home, Dad was on the couch with Zoey, my 4-year-old baby sister. I’m 11.
“I want to ask you guys something.” I blurt out.
“What is it?”
“I want a dog.” There was a pause.
“A dog?!” Dad asked.
“I’m sorry, Honey, but we can’t get a dog. 1. Zoey, 2. Your Dad doesn’t like dogs.” Mom explained. I slumped up the stairs, and into my room. Suddenly, I got an idea. I opened up my computer and started typing: