My Dog Skippy.

Essay by sy_124 November 2005

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When I was little I loved animals. Although most children have pets,

I could not convince my parents into allowing me to have one until my pre teens.

I could not have been happier the day my family went to the pound and I picked

out my dog Skippy. Skippy loved to run and he was loyal to me and I will never

forget the day I lost him.

My mom and I would take Skippy for a run after school some times. We

drove down Parker Rd. to an undeveloped neighborhood with a street that

resembled a quarter mile race track. As we neared the ghostly street my dog

would pace frantically almost unable to contain his enthusiasm. Once we let him

out my mom drove around the street three or four times as Skippy chased us

like a Gray hound chasing the rabbit at a race track.

One time my mom took Skippy along to Golden on one of her visits to her

chiropractor. He ran his business out of his house that sat on a fairly large

piece of land. My mom felt it would be OK to let Skippy run around the

chiropractors land while she took her appointment. Later that evening my mom

came to pick me up at my friend's house. When I got in the truck she told me

Skippy never came back after her appointment. As we drove back to Golden to see

if my dog returned I remember thinking I would trade anything if I could only

have my dog back. As we neared the house I saw Skippy in our head lights waging

his tail like an angel.

When my parents decided to get divorced they wanted to sell our house

and move to separate apartments. I didn't think about...