Hey y’all I’m back and it’s going to be another blog about something unrelated to our typical tricks and what not. Today I’ll be telling you a story about my own dog and how it’s been so far.
I got my dog when she was just a pup, around 3 months old. We got her from a rescue shelter and her original name that shelter had given her was Maria. She had three other siblings at the shelter, two were girls and the other one was a boy. Since I was around 10 and my siblings were 6 and 3 we always asked for a dog. My parents always told us that we weren’t ready and that we were too young for a dog but we didn’t care because we wanted a dog because we didn’t have anything else to entertain ourselves with. Although of course as the oldest I was involved in sports so I had something to do but my siblings didn’t.
Then after about 1 year my younger sister started doing karate and a year later my younger brother started so they used that as a source of entertainment. By the time she was 6 she had been doing it for around 2 and a half years and my brother was 9 and had been doing karate for around 1 and a half years. I however never tried it but I had gone to every single practice and competition they ever had. There was karate practice every day of the week and we went almost every single day of the week and we took different routes on some days. Because of that it was nothing strange when we were going on different streets that we don’t normally take. As my father kept driving I realized we were going in the complete opposite direction of the dojo (the place or building where they practice karate). I didn’t know what we were doing or where we were going so I was a bit scared. Then he parked right across an animal rescue shelter. There were a million thoughts going through my head because I was so confused and I didn’t know what was going on. Stay tuned for pt.2 on this story.