Our family was quite small, just my Mom, Dad, and me. I had no brothers or sisters. When I was eight years old, my parents finally decided I could have a dog. I've been dreaming of having a dog for years, but my parents used to say, "No, you are not responsible enough to take care of a dog yet." However, the family decided I was ready!

So one day, my mother drove me to the pound. That was a special place out of town where lost dogs are taken. There were dozens of dogs there. They were different in size and color, and all of them were jumping and barking in their cages. But one dog was sitting in a corner, nervously looking around. Our eyes met, and I knew that was the dog for me! I'll never forget that day, the day when I got my one dog ever.