My teacher asked me to write a fictional blog about my most prized possession and someone I love, in the story I'm supposed write about the person I love wanting my most prized possession and if I would give it to him. Though I couldn't get past the idea of me giving my most prized possession away to anyone. The most prized possession of mine is my dog. If my house was burning down and I had to save one thing, Bandit would be it. I love my dog so much, I never loved an animal before, and I always thought it was rather silly for people to say how much they loved their cats or dogs, or in some cases birds, or what ever really, I didn't understand it. Though in the last 3 years I've had Bandit I learned. I know he can't talk, and more than likely he really can't really listen to what I'm saying, but I feel like I can talk to him, like he's always on my side no matter what, that's because he can't pick sides, and its silly to think about it this way. Not only is he always on my side when I want to talk about something but he is always willing to protect me, in the middle of the night if he hears a sound that scares him he stands across me and growls and barks like a mother would protect their child.
And just recently I was sitting on my bed with my boyfriend (the someone I love) and we where talking about how next year we would be leaving to college, and Bandit had his big head laying in my lap looking up to me, and for the first time since we had been talking about college I broke down and cried. Who would love my dog for me when I was gone, who would watch after him like I did. How would I sleep through the night with out his big body pushing me off the bed, but then snuggling up against me when he gets cold. Then for the first time I was scared of leaving home. Bandit is like my best friend I've ever hand, he's never been on anyone side but mine. I love Bandit and can't imagen not having him around. Next year is going to be tough with out having his tail wagging as he waits for me to come in after a day at school.
And just recently I was sitting on my bed with my boyfriend (the someone I love) and we where talking about how next year we would be leaving to college, and Bandit had his big head laying in my lap looking up to me, and for the first time since we had been talking about college I broke down and cried. Who would love my dog for me when I was gone, who would watch after him like I did. How would I sleep through the night with out his big body pushing me off the bed, but then snuggling up against me when he gets cold. Then for the first time I was scared of leaving home. Bandit is like my best friend I've ever hand, he's never been on anyone side but mine. I love Bandit and can't imagen not having him around. Next year is going to be tough with out having his tail wagging as he waits for me to come in after a day at school.
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