Ham

I remember when I first got him in 8th grade.. he was on my Christmas wishlist for a while. My parents finally decided to surprise me with what I thought to be the best Christmas present ever. I'd never thought how much a little dog could change my life, but 

It was Late November and I happened to stumble upon a thought: "I wonder if the pet store has any puppies." As my mom and I were on our way home, I forced her to stop by the pet store that I glanced at from the corner of my eye. She didn't want to stop by, but I compelled her to do so. We parked up at a grassy parking lot. I ran inside as fast as I could.

The pet store was mostly filled with fish and birds, but I heard a bark; the one bark that changed my direction. It wasn't the bark of Ham, though, it was his dad's. Ham’s dad was a maltase. He was a quite feisty one at that. Next to his dad was his mom, I presumed. She was a shitzu, a calm, collected, cute little dog. I fell in love with both of them. I wondered if they were for sale, but the owner of the shop told me that they weren’t willing to sell them.

            On Christmas day, I was picked up by my dad. I saw a mysterious box in the front seat, and when I sat in the car, the box started to move. I heard a little crying noise. When I opened the box, out popped a little head! The cutest little head I’ve ever seen! It was such a surprise because my parents told me that I wouldn’t be getting a puppy. But I didn’t want to argue with what I had just got! One of my most memorable Christmases ever! I decided to call him “Ham.”

            The first few months with Ham were a nightmare. His constant pooping and peeing on anywhere he desired, the backbreaking work I had to do to keep him happy, and the early morning potty sessions out side. But it was all worth it. I loved that little puppy, whether he caused me so much pain.