She was nice like that.ĭad and I finished unpacking and cleaning up the kitchen. She died a few months ago because she was really sick for a long time. I miss Mom, but I know Dad misses her a lot more. I’d even let him hug Snowball, my favorite white husky. I wished I’d brought one of my stuffed dogs with me. He looked so sad, like he was about to cry. They’ll just have to take turns.Īfter I finished, I was looking through a website on huskies, one of my favorite kinds of dogs, when I heard Dad say, Mindy? Can you help me with these boxes?ĭad! I ran downstairs to see him standing over a box of broken dishes. There are ten more under my bed, but Dad doesn’t need to know that. I’m trying to be more grown-up, so I only put three dog stuffed animals on my bed. I decorated my own room to show Dad I’m responsible. Dad wants me to prove that I can be responsible enough for a puppy first… and then he’ll consider getting me one. Now that we’ve moved into a house with a big backyard, we can really get a puppy! I just have to convince my dad that it’s a good idea first. I looked it up, and the experts on the Internet say that puppies need lots of room to run outdoors. I don’t really agree with him, but our old apartment in California wasn’t big enough for a puppy anyway. That’s old enough to ride a bike around our street, but not old enough to have my own puppy-or at least that’s what my dad said.
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