puppy love

It was a warm Kentucky afternoon, the kind of day you like to be awake and watch the sun rise. There was a warm orange glow coming off the horizon and the breeze brought in the smell of freshly cut hay. As we drove along the countryside I thought about my upcoming decision. With every second that passed I got more and more excited. All I could think about was how she would look and what she would act like, all I knew was that she was a golden retriever-poodle mix.

          As soon as we pulled into the rocky driveway, I jumped out of the car and ran to the huddle of fuzzy puppies, playfully nipping at each others ears. They smelt like grass, and each time the yelped my heart jumped. My mom, brother, and I played with the puppies. Deciding on just one of them was so hard. In the end my mom got the final say, she ended up picking the perfect one. We named her Zoey. She was playful and cuddly, she was all white and her ears were golden.
          Taking home that high energy, golden ball of fur, is one of the happiest times in my life. The feeling I get when I hold Zoey in my lap is total happiness. She just puts off a joyful vibe. Flying to Kentucky to get her was total worth it. There were no other golden-doodle breeders anywhere else. Thinking about that day brings a feeling that’s hard to find: the distinct smell of home, and the feeling of love and protection.
          Whenever I think back to that day it brings a bright smile to my face. A flashback to that day comes into my head. I can see the bright blue sky and the Kentucky roads. Something about the culture there feels a lot like home. Every time I think back to that day I know it was meant to be. Ever since that day I have learned that every moment of sadness is a moment you can never get back. In other words there are so many reasons to be happy, don’t let small stuff get you down.