My dog is near and dear to my heart. This eighty pounded, yellow lab, has a deep place within my family, and is a fundamental reason to why I smile at home. My dogs name is Tanner. He is nine years old, but still acts like a puppy. Everyday when I get home from school, sports practices, or even late parties, he is sitting at the door, awaiting my arrival. When I am upset, he notices. He notices, and he comes over and licks my entire face with his gross, smelly breath. His brother, Jackson, is my best friend's dog. We got them together. It has kept us as close as we are.
Before my family had a dog, we were always on the run. Constantly going places, never really home. Upon getting Tanner, my family has learned to slow down a bit. We always are forced to come home to see his shining face, and feed him dinner, and take him for a walk. Dogs do no wrong. You can never be mad at them, or hate them. You can only love them, miss them, and cherish them. Tanner can sense when I am in a bad mood. He tries to make up for whatever put me in such a state, and comes and cuddles with me, or brings me his toy. He genuinely wants me to feel better again.
My best friends, basically my sister, brother, and second parents, were the reason we got Tanner. They convinced my parents to get a dog with them. We ended up with Tanner and Jackson Blue. Brothers for life. Before we had brother dogs we saw them a lot in the summer, but only a few times during the school year. But now that our dogs constantly beg with their whimpering to see each other, I get to see them almost every day during the summer, and very often during the school year. Tanner allows me to see my best friend, and he gets to see his too.
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