"More Boys I Meet"

"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

                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 1^st. That was only a week away. Well, it was early in the morning on November 30^th. 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.