When I was a child, I always thought if I could have a sister or a brother who would play with me or just stay with me, even if a dog. In china, the government won’t allow a couple to give birth to a second kid. My parents were very busy. In my memory, everyday I stayed at home to face TV, sense of loneliness pervaded every corner.
Now I am in the USA, I don’ have any friends or any family members here. Only my shadow that stay with me every day. One day, I went to supermarket to buy some groceries. I found an old lady talking to her dog, no matter what she would buy, she would ask her dog. She found my confused face, and said:’’ He is my son. I need to ask him what we should buy. You know family, right?” I nodded. Suddenly, one thing came to my mind, maybe I needed a dog. He could be my family, my friend. I was so excited that I could have this idea. The next day, I went to a pet shop to pick up my friend. To my surprise, “my friend” was too expensive to me, I was so sad. Just now, a couple asked me:” Our maltese have three babies who want to find a new home, do you want to be one of their mum?”” I do.” I answered without thought.
This was my first time to have a puppy, I didn’t know anything. The couple taught me first of all, I needed to give him a name. My favorite cartoon was winnie bear, so I named him—Winnie. He was a white dog. He got innocent eyes. I had to say, he was really cute. I liked him since I first saw him. But at night, I couldn’t sleep well because Winnie was crying and crying. I had to cuddle with him. But he was so small, I really afraid I would press him when I slept. I couldn’t sleep well every night. The couple told me that he couldn’t go outside before six months, so Winnie was pee and poo-poo at home. I was really tired about clearing up all his staff. I often thought the old lady’s word about her dog, a dog really could be a friend or a family member? In my eyes, Winnie only could do four things, eats, drinks, poo-poo and sleeps. He got into the trashcan and slippers. Everything was in mess. Although Winnie was a trouble maker, I still more and more liked him. Because of him, I could have things to do; because of him, I could be angry and happy. No matter how late I came home, Winnie was always excited to welcome me. No matter where I was, I knew someone was waiting for me at home. At that time, I knew the meaning of what the old lady said.
Now Winnie is 7 months old. He still likes to bites slippers and gets trashcan. But I am already got used to everything. He can accompany me to write homework, he can protect me if some stranger is close to me. I can tell him my secret and don’t worry about someone else would know. Sometimes, I would bring Winnie to supermarket, I want to ask him what should buy or not. So far, I never feel lonely.