When I was 2 years old my 2 older brothers were camping in my backyard, they heard growling coming from outside and unzipped the tent door. In burs-ted the happiest cutest puppy they had ever laid eyes on. The next day they ran into the house and asked our parents if we could keep him. They said no, that dog may be someone else's special puppy, but if he doesn't find his way back home tonight we will put up posters of a found dog.
So sure enough, my older brother Tysen decided to put chance into my dads work truck over night so he wouldn't run away. But in the morning my dad was FURIOUS when he got into his truck and there was poop and pee everywhere! As a result there was NO WAY we were keeping that dog!
We began to make posters and took a picture of the new puppy.
Nobody called us, nobody called the SPCA, nobody called the pound.
Tysen and Roddy and myself began to beg and beg and beg to keep this dog! Finally my mom said, okay you have one last Chance. That puppy came running at the word, and we named him Chance. :)
But its now been 18 years later and not to long ago that little puppy had to get put down :( His lung was collapsing and he was getting old, He was the best chance I've ever had. And ill love him forever! He wouldve LOVED our new puppy baby Sumo!
