MOCHA

When I was in kindergarten I had a yorkshire terrier.

His name was Mocha. He had dark brown fur. We got him from a pet shelter so of course, he wasn’t trained yet. Here’s what happened: I wanted a dog for a long, long, long, long, time so I started begging for one until one day my parents finally let me get a dog. We went to so many shelters to get the perfect dog. Until I saw him, my whole family approved of him because we all thought he was the one, the dog we were going to get. The only problem was it took over 4 hours for them to finally give him to us. When they gave him to us we got in the car and we drove to smash burger.We ate as fast as we could. After we went to Petsmart to get supplies for him because he was the first dog that we ever got  except for my mom because when my she was little she had 1 or 2 dogs. When we got home we started to rub his belly. He seemed to like it. We could tell from the look on his face. We did that for a long time until it was bedtime. Before we went to bed we put Mocha in a  small playpen that he could go the bathroom in and he can eat and drink in it because it’s attached to a another cage so they can eat. The next morning I woke up extra early so I can play with him. I put some food into his small, little food bowl  and we refilled his water bowl.Then we realized we needed more food! So that evening we went to Petsmart. After we had him for a few months we had to give him away. There was a reason why but I can’t say it. A few years later my mom’s cousin had a dog but she was pregnant  and the Doctor said she can’t have a dog anymore because of it. So she gave the dog to… US! I named her snowy. Her fur is so soft! I love snowy!