My Playful Puppy

By Tim

It was late Christmas Eve and I slowly climbed into bed after a long day of playing games. I remember it like it was just yesterday. I knew I wasn't going to be able to go to sleep that night. In two seconds I was asleep. I felt like I had just closed my eyes when my annoying alarm clock went off. It was five in the morning. I flew off my bed and down stairs like a rocket. I stated ripping the paper off all the presents. I opened the presents that weren't even mine. My parents just got down the stairs with sleep still in their eyes. As soon as they saw me their eyes snapped open. My dad was furious. His face was redder than a tomato. It looked like smoke was going to come from his ears. He looked like he was about to pop. And then to my surprise he sat down and started to laugh. He laughed until huge tears rolled down his cheeks.

When my brother got upstairs from his room and saw me he was enraged. But unlike my dad he didn't start to laugh hysterically he came after me like a charging bull. He chased me around the living room till my dad grabbed me and my mom grabbed my brother. After my brother had a good beating with me laughing the whole time my mom finally said, "Well Tim since you opened all the other presents you probably don't want this one."

"Give it to me right now!" I bellowed. She opened the closet and took out a gigantic box with holes in it. As soon as I saw the box I jumped up and pulled the box out of her hands. In less than three seconds I had a puppy with enormous blue eyes and a tail you couldn't stop from waggling if you wanted to in my lap. He was a golden retriever with lots more hair than he needed. I told my parents that the dog's name was going to be Charlie.

Charlie had centimeter long needle sharp teeth that would sink into your hand every 10 seconds. All he ever wanted to do was play with someone in the grass. If I would stay up all night long he would always want to play. Every night when it was time for me to go to bed he would lay down next to my bed, and every morning he would jump up on my bed and lick my face to wake me up

After that day Charlie and I were best friends. On my first day of school I said bye to Charlie and got on the school bus. Charlie thought that I was leaving him so he ran after the bus all the way to the end of the street. When I got off the school bus in the afternoon my dog was laying on the porch not moving. When I called his name he looked up and when he saw me flew over and from ten feet away jumped and knocked me over. For the rest of that day we played in the grass.

Nine years later and full of good memories my playful puppy laid down. I called Charlie and told him I was going to go to the stream about a mile away from my house. That was one of his favorite places to go to. When he didn't get up I asked my mom what was wrong with him. She said that he had a tumor on his liver. He looked up at me with the eyes that were deeper than the deepest ocean. He licked my hand and wagged his tail for the last time. Then he closed his eyes never to open then again.