My first pet was an old English sheepdog. With its long soft gray hair it is the coolest pet/dog that I had so far. When we went to pick her up my mom and dad told me that I could pick the dog that I want. So when we arrived at the big white house with the fenced in back yard where the dogs were I went back there and started checking out the dogs. I picked the dog that started play fighting with all the other dogs so we got that dog and in the back seat of the truck it laid on the way home. My mom came up with the name Abby.
When we got home, Abby followed me around like the lost little puppy that she was. That night, Abby slept with me. When I woke up in the morning I thought there was a hairball in my bed. Then I realized that we got a dog. As we both got bigger, Abby would start playing a little rougher and she would grab on to the bottom of my pant legs with her little teeth and she would pull me around our backyard until I would kick her softly in her head. then she would let me go.