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:



Dear Mom and Dad, 

Here are some reasons why you should get me a dog: 

First, you’ll get some exercise when you walk the dog. 

Second, we can get a small one so the dog won’t be huge and aggressive. 

Third, I’ll take care of her, AND do school. 

Fourth, kids who have dogs have lower stress levels than kids without. 

Lastly, I’ll be happy. 

I closed my computer and walked downstairs.

“Emawy.” I feel a tug on my pants. I look down. 

“Hey Zoe, do you want a cute, furry puppy?” I ask.

“Fuwwy? Yeah!!” I got up and went to the kitchen. “Guys, Zoe says she wants a puppy.”

“Em, we know you really want a dog but Zoe’s too young.”

“She’s not, Mom. She’s the perfect age to get a dog, search it up.” There was a pause. 

“Fine, I say yes. Ask your Dad.” I looked at Dad and he shook his head. 

I tried again and again, but Dad never said yes. I’m trying one last time. 

“Hey Dad, if you search up ‘How dogs’-”
“Emily Mellissa Smith…” Uh-oh, whenever Dad calls me by my full name, I’m in BIG trouble. 

“My answer will always be no!” He scolded. Dad is mad at me!! I messed up big time!

It was another June morning, when I was on my computer doing my homework. Suddenly, I saw the persuasive writing I wrote last week. Should I show this to my Dad? He does want me to be happy. Later, I walked downstairs with my computer. Dad was watching football and Mom was knitting. 

“I wanna show you guys something.” 

“What is it, Em?” Mom asked, scooting over. Dad paused the TV. 

“I wrote this for you guys.” I held my breath as my parents read everything. Dad’s eyes were still on the computer. 




“You know I say yes…” Mom assured me. 

“I say…” I could hear my heart beating fast. Sweat ran down my face. 

“..yes.” Dad smiled.

“Really?? I can get a dog??” Dad nodded. 

“Can it be a cute furry puppy?” Mom laughed. 


Woof! Woof! Yay! I actually have a puppy!!  I have a white, furry puppy named Luna. I can’t wait to spend every day with her! 

“Em, can you take Luna for a walk?”

“Sure Mom!”

“Come on Luna!” Luna jumps on me and I laugh. 


The End!!!