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Aleykaramirez Personalnarrative
Aleykaramirez Personalnarrative
It was a regular Sunday night in June, just me and my mom. We usually have talks at
She definitely is. We call her pretty because she is really pretty., the lady said in a
to us. Well, we should get going. Be a good girl., the lady said to the little puppy.
Well, come on. We got to go home now. I said to the puppy, picking her up.
Mali, please be quiet. I said shakily to my puppy, which I named her Mali. It was
one day into her having Mali with us and it was stressful for me already. Mali would
cry at night, Im guessing because she missed her previous owners. She woke me up
every single night, each hour, and would wake up at six in the morning to eat. I was
tired. I worried that she would eat something she was not supposed to, get sick, or not
even get used to me as being her new owner. I took care of her 24/7, not really having
time to do things I had to do. All of this was new to me. I got overwhelmed.
Mali, I cant keep you no more, Im sorry I cried to her. Im really tired. I dont
know what to do, I dont know how to keep a dog! I cried harder. I was physically tired
as well. I struggled just to keep my eyes open throughout the day, my eyes would burn
and turn blurry, I got headaches, I got dizzy whenever I stood up, and I could barely
even talk because I would forget what I was talking about. It was weird actually crying
over something I wanted in the first place. There were two to three days that I couldnt
actually breathe because my heart would beat so fast.
We need to get rid of her, right now! I can tell youre not happy with her being here.
my mom said to me. You barely get enough sleep!
I sleep! I take my naps when she is sleeping. I can handle her. I told her, with only
some truth to it.
I told you, having a dog is like having a kid. My mom told me.
I can handle her.
You need to think about giving her away seriously. Youre going to school soon and
you are not going to have time for her. My mom had reasoning when she said that.
When I go to school, who will watch her? Will I actually not have time for her? Can I
actually handle having a dog?
I know. Ill think about it, okay? I told her leaving to my room.
About a week has passed, and things got better. Mali doesnt wake me up every hour
each night so I get more than three hours of sleep and she doesnt really cry anymore.
She got used to us. She knows what and what not to do, she listens, eats good, and she
behaves. I think I can really handle doing this. Im really not that tired anymore and
really enjoy having her here. She makes me laugh a lot when she chases her tail like it
was the last piece of food on earth and we play and run outside everyday.
Mom, can you come here? I yelled to my mom. She came in. So I decided about
Mali.
And? Are you gonna give her away? She asked.
Well, no actually. Mom, it got easier looking after her, I promise. Im not really tired
anymore. I want her stay. I explained to her.
Huh. She sighed. Whatever you say but my house better not smell or youre
giving her away! She told me.
It wont, I promise! I told her honestly.
Mali ended up getting used to us as being her family. She is extremely playful and
energetic, loves anybody who starts playing with her, and loves eating. I got used to
her being with me all the time so I dont get stressed all the time and my sister
watches her when Im gone. Keeping her was one of the best decisions Ive ever made.