Introducing Fang

This is a story about my miniature dachshund, Fang.

This dog is one of my favorite friends in the whole world. I got her one sunny and happy day. No one had told me that I was getting a new dog that day so when I got in the car, I thought I was going on a long road trip. But in an hour and a half I pulled into a strange driveway. I was greeted by barking dachshunds and an old lady. In the cold and dark house, the old woman lead me to a bunch of squiggling and wiggling puppies. Thats when I saw her. Hiding in the little play-hut was a cute tiger-striped puppy staring into my eyes. I picked her up and said “She’s perfect! I think I will name her Fang.” “Ah” said the old woman in her unique accent. “Ol’ tiger-stripe. She the only gal in ‘er litter. Great choice!”

Saying thank you for the millionth time, I drove away happy as I’ll ever be. That night Fang and I snuggled in close together. “What would I do without Fang.” I thought. Then I drifted off to sleep.