I have been an animal lover forevvvver, but unfortunately my parents are NOT. I begged and begged for a dog every single day of my life but they would not give in. I bought myself books and read about every single dog breed, earmarking the pages of the breeds I liked. Finally when I was 15, I decided on the Yorkshire Terrier. They were small, adorable, didn't shed, and were hypoallergenic (my dad alwayys claims to be allergic.) I had moved 12 times for my dad's career and was having trouble making friends at my new school, so finally he gave in let me get a dog. He only agreed because of the breed I picked (he thought he wouldn't have to see her since she was so small.)
Needless to say, Roxie now sleeps in a cat bed in my parent's bed. |