"More
Boys I Meet"
Cheap date, bad
taste, another night gone to waste
Talking about nothing in so many words
It's not like I'm not trying
'Cause I'll give anyone a shot once
And, I , I close my eyes
And, I kiss that frog
Each time finding
The more boys I meet the more I love my dog
It's not like I'm not trying
'Cause I'll give anyone a shot once
And, I , I close my eyes
And, I kiss that frog
Each time finding
The more boys I meet the more I love my dog
I think this is a cute song and
I like the lyrics. It doesn’t exactly fit what I want to talk about, but it’s
close enough. I absolutely love my dog and there is a special story behind how
he became part of my family.
It was late in November, 2008. I
have grown up with having dogs in the house, but at this point in time we didn’t
have one. My aunt had rescued a dog and needed to find it a home. She knew my
family didn’t have one at the time and she asked my parents if she could bring
him over. They agreed and my mom told me that Aunt Shirley was coming over soon
with a puppy. I was so excited.
She came over and
Little P (that is what my aunt named him) jumped out of her car and ran to me.
We immediately had a connection. I fell in love with Little P. We started
playing and I walked him up and down our driveway. I was so happy to be playing with a puppy. I
missed having a dog around my house. Well, Little P and I went inside, where my
mom, dad, sister and aunt was. They were talking about Little P and my aunt was
telling my parents that he really needs a loving home. I pleaded with my
parents to keep him. I did what every child does, “I’ll take care of him, mom,
I promise.” My mom said your dad and I will think about it. My aunt left with
Little P and as they were leaving, I saw my mom walk outside with my aunt. They
talked for a little bit. The next day I asked my mom if we were going to keep
Little P. She smiled at me and said Little P will be an earlier Christmas
present from your aunt. I was so, extremely happy.
My mom told me that we were
going to go over to Aunt Shirley’s and pick Little P up December 1st.
That was only a week away. Well, it was early in the morning on November 30th.
My dad got a phone call and when he got off the phone he looked shocked. He told
us that Aunt Shirley passed away this morning. I was in totally shock. I knew
she was sick, but I didn’t know she was that sick. We immediately went over to
her house to see my uncle.
We picked up Little P and now he
was our dog. My mom said I could rename him and I named him Lucky. I named him
that for a reason. My family was “lucky” that we got to keep him and spend time
with my aunt before she passed away. We call lucky our guardian angel and we
know a little piece of my Aunt Shirley is in Lucky.



















