I wrote a report for school, it's called "How I got my best friend". In fact, here is my report; Sorry if it repeats what I already posted:
My best friend, I could say is my dog- brother Jack.
I was 6 years old when we decided to get a male, Jack Russell Terrier. Mom, dad, and I went to a house that bred JRTs; she was selling them for $250 each. I wanted one of Jack’s sister, but dad said that we had to get Jack.
I wasn’t very “nice” to him at first; I “purposely” stepped on him with high heeled shoes, I hit him with the fluffies that he would steal to chew and do other disgusting things with.
we are getting along together pretty well now, but we still fight.
We like to do the following together:
Play ball
Howl
Eat AND
Ask and give hugs and kisses.
He is the smartest Dog I have ever had, even though, he is 6 years old and talks like a 2 year old.
He says things like the following:
“Runaround”
“I love you”
“I love you, momma”
“I want one”
“I really want one”
“I don’t wanna”
And so on and so forth.
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