“Your mom is here”, exclaimed my nanna, “Ok”, I said. I was in my grandparents kitchen coloring away, when she told me this. “I think she has something for you”, my nanna said with excitement in her voice. That is when I raced outside to see what I was going to receive.

I ran outside, and I saw my mom carrying a big spotted dog, which through my gleaming eyes was a stuffed animal. Then it hit me it was not a stuffed animal, it was a dalmatian!
I then began to pet her , although she was trying to get away , because she was so scared. I had knew my dad had wanted a dalmation but I didn’t know we were getting one.

Here came the questions, I asked “Where did you get her”, my mom responded with”Canton”, which was usual, we got all our dogs there. I was asking her all kinds of questions, along with my grandma. We asked like who were you with, was other dogs there, how much did she cost, etc.

 

Next came name time, which by then my grandpa and dad had arrived. We started to think, and we all began to pace, for a minute, then names were thrown out at each one another. I yelled “How about Gracie”! There was other replies though, my dad’s idea was Dallas, but it seemed to boy like. My grandparents said they would call her Gracie though. The name ended up being Dallas though, which, now I believe is perfect.

It then became time to leave.My grandparents helped us load up in the car, and off we went, we rode all the way home with smiles on our faces, and my dog shaking of scaredness!

One thing I learned about this is simple things can turn into big things.Still to this day my dog Dallas lives with me. She is the best dog, along with my other dogs, thank God I have her. Still to this day I can pet her, and feel at least a little more happier.