Three+Legs+Plus

Katie Satterthwaite ¾ B November 17th, 2009 Three legs plus a bundle of fun It’s so unfair, thought Lindsey, as her mom drove her home from her friend’s house. Why can’t I have one? I’m responsible enough; I would totally take care of it! she exclaimed in her head. Her mom and dad said it would just be too much work and money, when she asked why she couldn’t have one. But she wanted one SO badly! Lindsey twirled her shoulder length, sandy colored hair, and thought how wonderful it would be to come home and see a little bundle of joy with a tail, all hers. Once they got back to her house she went straight to her dad and started pleading for a dog, she hadn’t done it in a while and felt it needed to be done. Then after him not doing anything but a little eye roll, Lindsey left to go bother her mom. Lindsey saying the exact same thing; “Why can’t I have a dog? I would take care of him; I would do everything. Except pay for the food,” Lindsey drilled to her mom. “Where would it go if you had to leave? Lindsey its just too much work and money,” her mom replied. There you go the same thing they had been saying for 3 years now, but Lindsey was determined. After eating a quiet dinner Lindsey said good night, and went up to her room and wrote in a diary about a story of how her parents suddenly became nice and got her a dog. After washing her freckly face, she brushed her teeth and went to bed. That night after Lindsey went to bed, her parents sat in their bed talking about how after 3 years Lindsey had become very mature and responsible. They had been noticing that she always did what she was told, and never disobeyed her parents. The next morning Lindsey had her same routine; eat breakfast, watch some TV, and go to soccer practice. But after soccer practice she would normally go to a friend’s house, but today after practice, //both// her parents were in the car to pick her up. “Why are you guys //both// here to pick me up?” Lindsey asked suspiciously. “Oh, we just thought, we never go to your soccer practices so we decided to both pick you up,” they said in union. “Where are we going?” she asked, still suspicious. “Just for a drive,” Mom said. They didn’t know Lindsey knew that there was a kennel in the back. Once they got there, Lindsey looked up from her book and saw the sign for the Golden Valley Humane Society. She got so excited she started shaking and forgot she was in her dirty, sweaty soccer uniform and jumped out of the car. Her parents didn’t need to say anything. They walked into the pound and the only thing she saw was rows and rows of dogs in cages. It was cramped and loud and smelled like urine and cleaning supplies. In the back were all the workers working there, a total of 3, and they were all busy helping families. Lindsey and her parents walked down the rows looking at all the dogs, but she didn’t see any that she really liked, it had been an hour and everything seemed hopeless. But in the last row a lonely little 3-legged beagle caught Lindsey’s eye and she fell in love with it.

They had a worker take out the puppy and the family took him into a visiting room, in the back of the building. He was very shy at first but once he got to know them he was showing them all his toys, and wanting them to play tug of war with him. They bought him and took him home, the little beagle sleeping on Lindsey’s lap the whole way. That very same day Lindsey named her dog, Prince, played with him in their big backyard which had a huge green lawn, and swing set, with all of his new puppy toys, walked him on his new blue leash, and fed him with his new puppy chow, and food bowl. She was so happy that she finally got a dog, and her parents even let Prince sleep with her that night. She knew her and Prince were going to have great times together. She was happily petting Prince when she got in bed, and he gave a little sigh and that was a sign to her that he was going to like it here. Even if little Prince was 3-legged that just helped Lindsey gain her courage, after all she only had one hand.