The following scene depicts the day my father and sister brought home my dog.
I was watching television and suddenly shot up off the couch at the sound of the front door's bell. I was curious to know who was at the door since the mid-day was known to have been rather quiet around my last neighborhood. My young sister, mother and I all rushed to the front door, all wondering the thing: who could that be? I opened the door after having examined who stood behind it through its peek-hole. My father and older sister entered with a brown cardboard box with numerous holes around it, about the size of a microwave. As the box began to move on its own, all we could have possibly thought to ourselves was 'What the hell?' You could have seen both my eldest sister and father smiling wider than ever as they obviously knew something none of us did. My father muttered 'I have a surprise for you guys.' That's when he opened the box and from above arose a tiny Golden Retriever's head. My mother's face was absolutely priceless. She was completely baffled, so I thought. To this day, I am still unsure whether she knew about the delivery to come and if she was playing along or was simply just as surprised as my sister and I. The reason for such is merely because I highly doubt my father would have gone along and purchased a dog without my mother's consent.
Regardless, my dad and eldest sister continued walking into the home after we had seen the puppy. At this point, it was clear that we were all entranced by the very sight of the new family member, judging by the expression and sounds being emitted from our faces. We were speaking to it as if she were a baby while making funny faces ad unfamiliar grunts. My sister picked the dog up and out of the cardboard box and carefully dropped her on her hind legs onto the ground below her. At the time, having not been aware that puppies cannot walk on their own, I was expecting this new-born to begin pouncing up and down off the floor in attempts to lick as all to death. But that was not the case with this canine, for it could have barely stood up straight without helplesly falling back down. My younger sister, regardless of how much older she was than I at the time, was oblivious to the thought of others' feelings. She was very rough with the puppy and always, for lack of a better word, man-handled, the family dog. My mother had been, and to some extent is still to this very day, very prudent of the manner in which my sister plays with our dog. If not for my mother having been present several times, my sister would have been badly hurt for having toyed around a little too eagerly.
In the end, no matter how much our dog seems to test our patience with her repeated annoyances, we all love her and show so with those redundant and idiotic grunts.
What about you guys? Would you care to describe a passage about your first rendezvous with your pet?
I was watching television and suddenly shot up off the couch at the sound of the front door's bell. I was curious to know who was at the door since the mid-day was known to have been rather quiet around my last neighborhood. My young sister, mother and I all rushed to the front door, all wondering the thing: who could that be? I opened the door after having examined who stood behind it through its peek-hole. My father and older sister entered with a brown cardboard box with numerous holes around it, about the size of a microwave. As the box began to move on its own, all we could have possibly thought to ourselves was 'What the hell?' You could have seen both my eldest sister and father smiling wider than ever as they obviously knew something none of us did. My father muttered 'I have a surprise for you guys.' That's when he opened the box and from above arose a tiny Golden Retriever's head. My mother's face was absolutely priceless. She was completely baffled, so I thought. To this day, I am still unsure whether she knew about the delivery to come and if she was playing along or was simply just as surprised as my sister and I. The reason for such is merely because I highly doubt my father would have gone along and purchased a dog without my mother's consent.
Regardless, my dad and eldest sister continued walking into the home after we had seen the puppy. At this point, it was clear that we were all entranced by the very sight of the new family member, judging by the expression and sounds being emitted from our faces. We were speaking to it as if she were a baby while making funny faces ad unfamiliar grunts. My sister picked the dog up and out of the cardboard box and carefully dropped her on her hind legs onto the ground below her. At the time, having not been aware that puppies cannot walk on their own, I was expecting this new-born to begin pouncing up and down off the floor in attempts to lick as all to death. But that was not the case with this canine, for it could have barely stood up straight without helplesly falling back down. My younger sister, regardless of how much older she was than I at the time, was oblivious to the thought of others' feelings. She was very rough with the puppy and always, for lack of a better word, man-handled, the family dog. My mother had been, and to some extent is still to this very day, very prudent of the manner in which my sister plays with our dog. If not for my mother having been present several times, my sister would have been badly hurt for having toyed around a little too eagerly.
In the end, no matter how much our dog seems to test our patience with her repeated annoyances, we all love her and show so with those redundant and idiotic grunts.
What about you guys? Would you care to describe a passage about your first rendezvous with your pet?