My Dog Taco

taco is the love of my life. she was born july 30th 1999. i got her when she was six weeks old.i was seven at the time. i never thought i would get a dog. my sister told me that she would bring a dog home and its name was taco but i thought she was just going to bring home a taco on a leash! i remember when i first saw here she was so small i held her and fed her. she was so cute. she would get into everything. she would eat paper, chew on the wood, run around the table six times for no reason. she was very loveable. the first time she peed ont the news paper was so cute. me and my sister were so proud of her.one time i walked her to go use the bathroom and it was very dark. so as we were walking i accidently stepped on her foot making her holler. the next day she was limping really bad. so i took her to the hosptial and they confimed that her leg was broken. i was so sad i cried for hours saying that it was my fault and i should have been more careful. so the next few weeks i had to really take care of her. i had to pick her up and carry her down the stairs so she could go outside and use the bathroom. i think when i realized how much this dog ment to me. ever since then me and my dog has been closer than two peas on a pod. when i came to southern miss i couldnt go home as often as i would like. i missed her dearly. i would call my dad everyday just so i could hear the dog. now that i think about it that was silly of me but i have learned to live without her. everytime i go home we have fun. we walk all around the neighborhood, play fetch and even go on joy rides. i love my dog and i do believe that dogs are truly mans best friend.