A Pet I’ve Known
Ding-dong. I rang the doorbell. Arf, arf, arf, arf-came the reply. Bam! My dog threw itself against the door, as if it could break it down just to get to me. Arf, arf, arf. Bam!
Finally my mom came and opened the door. (I was too lazy to take off my backpack, get my key, open the door, and have to put my key back into my backpack). My dog lept out and threw its small, white, fluffy body against my legs. Everyday, my bus driver hands out dog treats to those who have dogs. Binky, my dog knows this and lept up, nose wiggling furiously. “Sit,” I commanded. Still barking, Binky sat down, but he popped back up a split second later. I gave the treat to him, not really because he sat, but mostly to placate him and calm him down. This is my dog Binky:
