My First Puppy

When I was younger my sisters and I wanted a puppy really bad. I remember bugging our parents almost every time we even saw a dog. My dad always said no because we didn't have time for a new puppy. I think m y mom was sort of on my sisters and my side. She loved animals as much as us. Even with our begging and pleading it didn't seem like my dad was ever going to give in to us. One day he surprised us all and gave in to our whining.
In the fourth grade my dad finally let us get a dog. It was a warm, summer day in the middle of July. My dad came home from work with an Indianapolis Star newspaper. I heard him as my mom if she wanted to buy a dog. Of course my mom said yes because she knew how badly we wanted one. There was an add in the paper for AKC registered golden retriever pups. My dad called on them and they were three hundred and fifty dollars. From my bedroom I heard him getting directions and telling the people selling the pups that we would be there in about two hours.
The ride there seemed like forever. We, at the time lived in Indianapolis and we had to drive all the way to Seymore, Indiana. Seymore was about two hours away. My sisters and I kept asking if we were almost there probably every fifteen minutes. I’m sure my parents wanted to scream.
Finally we pulled up to a long , gravel driveway and started our way down it. I was so excited that we were finally there. I could see the puppies from the car window. A lady came walking out to meet us and let us in the kennel so that we could pick out our new family member.
My dad told us he didn't care which one we chose as long as it was a boy. We chose the biggest pup of the litter. He was a rambunctious little guy. He chased us back to the car and my sister picked him up and sat him on her lap. All of us wee fighting about who got to hold him on the way home. My mom got mad and made us give him to her so that they didn't have to listen to us fight the whole two hours home.