How I Stole My Dog

I love animals. It is one thing that most people will learn about me the moment they first talk to me. I have three cats (Aries, Cora, and Sydney) and one dog (Lucy). Sydney and Lucy belong to me and I take full responsibility of them. I could talk about Sydney for hours but I want to share my story about how I got Lucy.


Lucy when I first got her



I was in my hometown of Aiken, South Carolina visiting with an old babysitter who was basically my family. My childhood friend, Russell, from when I was two years old came over and said behind his mom’s house were some puppies that the neighbor’s dog had. Immediately I ran across the street to his mother’s house and went in the backyard to see those precious puppies. I went up to the fence and saw nine gorgeous lab chow mix puppies. I called for them and they all came running at full force. As they would approach me I would reach through the fence and pet each one while they gave me their best “puppy kisses.” I fell in love with each of them and wished I could bring them all home with me. Sadly, my mom had said we weren’t getting anymore animals until our current dog, Stevie, died. I hated knowing that I couldn’t even bring one home with me but I was down there for two months so I figured I would spend that time finding ways to persuade my mom to let me have at least one of these cute little puppies.

While spending time with each of those young pups I knew I had to choose one that I wanted to be mine and plan my mission to bring her back to North Carolina with me. I loved them all but there was one in particular that I just couldn’t separate from. She was dark brown, in the sun in looked purple, had the sweetest face, and a tail that would curl up. She was perfect and I knew would make her mine! Oh and I knew her name would be Lucy Lou.

After much convincing, my mom finally agreed to let me have her. Only I wasn’t quick enough to get a yes from her. The owners of Lucy’s mommy had already given Lucy away to another person who lived in the neighborhood. After two days of crying and staying in bed I received a knock on my door saying Russell was outside with a surprise for me. I didn’t want to get up but I knew it wasn’t an option. I proceeded to get up and walk out to the carport only to see Russell standing there with a box in his arms. I continued to approach him and the mysterious box. When I peered inside I saw Lucy. I literally felt like my heart burst out of my chest when I saw her. Russell proceeded to tell me that he stole her out of the neighbor’s yard and that we had to hide her until I left to come home the next day, talk about perfect timing. I managed to sneak away the next day without the actual owners finding out I had gotten my Lucy back.

I love my puppy so much. She may be four years old in June but she will always be my puppy. I am so happy that I have her in my life. She is more than just my pet, she is my family.

Lucy and I in 2010