My best friend, Kenzi, and I were walking to the snowcone shop for some delicious shaved ice. When we got there, Mom called me. She was yelling and I could hear crying in the background. Aparently, my puppy Theo attacked my little brother JJ. (the reason I say apparently is that I know and swear to God that my dog would not bite someone without reason). Anyhow, I rushed home to find the police filing a report and the dog-catcher getting ready to take Theo. I sat with my puppy for a while waiting for him to be taken. No one would touch him but me. The dog-catcher tried to bring a catchpole but I said no. If I had to give my dog to them it wouldn't be mean like that. I believe Theo was eunathized the next day. It hurt so bad that my family could seem to hate my and my dog so much! My brother only had a few punctures that weren't even bad! I probably sound like a bad person. Its not that I am picking my dog over my brother but you can kill dogs for biting under stress but you don't kill people for killing people? Disgusting.
Now my family and I are getting along even worse. All I have is Kenzi and my boxer, Kerra. Life for me is miserable right now.
I don't want to explain anymore but that's just a quick note.