Argument that I won.

About 2 years ago I had convinced my brother that we needed a dog. Well we made it our mission that we got a dog before I graduated. Which worked. But in the process we had many times where our parents would say no and get upset about it. I was the oldest so I would get the shit end of the stick when they got mad about it. I fought about getting a dog for a very long time. One day my parents said “Why do you want a dog?” I went into the details that my brother and I planned. Which included him cleaning up after him and me taking him for long walks if he needed to be walked.  I wanted a dog and I was going to fight for him. I even got to the point where I would pull up UPaws (our Animal Shelter) and show her dogs on there and she would tell me to put it away. Until one day. One day I showed her this dog named Buford. In his picture he was cross-eyed and looked sick. Well mom just looked at the pictures and videos on his profile. In February of 2013 my parents looked online and met the foster family who had “Buford” at the time. Then it was decided that we would be the owners of a Red Bone Coon Hound. He is the biggest shit I have ever met. When we first got him he ate all the candles in our house. He then made his way to the food in the cabinets and we learned he didn’t like to go outside, which has defiantly changed. He now is still a shit but less of one. He has learned to go outside, he doesn’t eat candles, and he isn’t that much of a dick anymore. He only bit my brother once this past 6 months. Which is good because my brother is a dick sometimes. But I love this sassy boy with all my heart. His new name is Prince but we call him Boo Boo because that’s what I have called him since we got him on Valentine’s Day.