The next door naibors just got a puppy. It barks all day long, it's so cute and it's all I listen to all day when I'm home alone. On the news a few days ago a truck of puppies where saved from a truck that was shipping them from the south to Massachussetts. It's been about three years since we've had a dog or any other animal in the house. And my heart wants one so badly. Our first dog Eevee died horribly after months of suffering from a gall-stone. And the two dogs we got after that where to much to handle so we gave them both away. It hurt so badly but I delt with it and slowly the wound of missing a dog in the house healed. But it was a wound that left a very sensitive scar. I've always begged my parents for any kind of animal. Mice, hampsters, lizards, rabbits, cats, I even went so far as asking for a snake. As long as I could at lest hold it. I'd be content with anything. But no, it's to expensive, it smells, the house is falling apart. I'm let down everytime. It's not fair. I know it sounds childish but that scar is ripping apart. Everytime i'm let down I just want to try harder trying to convince my parents that it would be okay for us to have a pet again.