Growing up I always had dogs around me no matter what. There was never a year where it was an empty house we always had dogs. My parents love dogs I love dogs we just really love dogs and I really wish I could adopt them all and just have a huge farm of dogs. Getting back on topic I grew up technically having three but sorta two miniature poodles. My parents had two of them Crusher was brown and Casey and was blonde. I have no idea what the correct colour name is so I’m gonna go with the easiest name. Then we had Dixie he was my grandma’s dogs on my mom’s side. 

Later on, Dixie moved in because my grandma moved in then she sadly passed away and well he turned into our dog. I would he was about four years old I could be wrong it was a long time ago now. Going back though Crusher was my dad’s dog. All the way my dad’s dog they were buddies. Casey was my mom’s dog he followed her everywhere. The dogs loved me but they didn’t love me that much. But when Dixie joined after my grandma passed he somehow also turned into my mom’s dog and I still had no dog that loved me like that. 

The years went by Crusher and Casey passed away and Dixie was still thriving in our home loving my mom and hating my dad when my dad would try to even kiss my mom. By now he was the protective one. Once I was in middle school. I realized that I wanted a dog to love me like the other dogs loved my parents. I begged I asked over and over again to get a new puppy. My parents kept saying no. But they realized that Dixie was getting older and he seemed lonely.

So in the summer of grade 8 going to grade nine, we started searching for a dog for me. We ended up adopting from a shelter. I won’t go into that story for right now maybe another day. I met the baby and she was so very cute that dog was Sarah. Now Sarah was my dog she was my baby I loved her. What I forgot was that dogs especially puppies love to go outside at night and just wake up in the middle of the night and well I had high school coming up I couldn’t keep waking up in the middle of the night. 

My dad said “hey we will have her in our room till she sleeps through the nights” I was happy with that because I wouldn’t have to deal with waking up every night. Now if you remember what I said Sarah was supposed to be my dog. The one who would follow me everywhere give me lots of love and well just love me. 

I was wrong. I was very wrong. It switched up very fast. She went from loving me to loving my dad. Full-on loving my dad, like best friends. The dogs that were supposed to be mine were once again not mine and was my dad’s dog. Don’t get me wrong she loves me and she will care for me a lot and follow me around. That’s if my dad is not home if dad is home it’s all eyes on him and wherever he goes she follows. Literally, everywhere he went she followed.

A couple of years passed and Dixie passed away. Leaving Sarah as the only dog in our house. For the first couple of months, we were sad and didn’t want another dog. We also could tell that Sarah was confused as to why Dixie didn’t return home. It was a sad house.

However, I wanna say six months later maybe less maybe more. I started asking my parents for another dog. This time I was gonna make sure it was gonna be my dog and not my mom’s or dad’s dog. I asked and asked and asked and begged for another dog but it was harder because I was now in grade 11 going to grade 12 so I couldn’t really do the puppy face anymore. 

After a while, they finally agreed and I started searching and we sound one and adopted her and as we know her now as Sage. This time I made sure that she was in my room. Did she wake me up a lot? Yes yes, she did. She woke me up every single night. I was getting tired though so we moved her downstairs into her crate and she slept the whole night. I knew if she was to sleep in my parent’s room she would not be my baby. 

As the weeks went on she was following me everywhere. She was cuddling me up. She was my baby and I was so damn happy that a dog really loved me that much. Will admit though Sarah was not too happy.

It’s been a year of having Sage now and I can officially say she is my dog. The only thing with Sage is she is very vocal. I mean extreme vocal. Whether she is bored, Tired, Hungry or wants attention she will let you know. Out of all the dogs we have had she is the loudest and the one who speaks the most. 

I can now confirm that I have my own very dog that loves me a whole lot and would only leave me if someone yells out “I have food”.