The little boy walked into the pound. The first puppy he noticed was a adorible, fluffy puppy, a maltees. How cute it was. Next to it lay a scrawny, limp mixed bread. The first puppy was so adorable. The second one was such an eye sorer and looked as though it could role over and die at any minitue. The boy thought and he reallized that the just because a puppy was cute didn’t mean that it was more deserving of a home. A girl came in looked at the mutt and scrunched her face in discust. then went over to the fluffy puppy, pet it, & let it lick her fingers.
The boy could sense a sadness from the scrany dog. His decision was easy now. He took the puppy home, and named it Beauty. The first week together was filled with happiness. Everyday they would play together, & everynight the puppy would cuddle up next to the boy. But days after that fist week the puppy’s life began to fade away. On their 10th day togther Beauty died.
They boy was saddned by his loss, but happy that he had choosen the right puppy.