My Dog

My Dog

By Carsten M.C.

I used to have a dog. I got him when I was about 5 or 4. He was really, really, really, really, really cute. I used to not play with him much. And my dog jumped on me and knocked me down, so my mom got rid of him. And so now I miss him a lot!!! And so whenever I think about him I cry. And now I think you know I want him back. So now I am glad for other kids and that they have a dog. So I want another dog even though I will never have as precious memories. I just want a pal to hang out with so I don't have to be lonely. At least I have a dad and a mom that are pretty cool so I can hang out with them. They are radicool!!! The End

Publish Post

(An essay Carsten wrote at school. I thought it was just too cute.)