Bailey (Memoir #2)

      One bright, warm, and breezy day when I was  two feet tall and still growing, my Mom and my Dad decided to buy a dog. We all drove in our little Dodge Grand Caravan down to the humain society to pick out a furry, friendly, little companion. We looked at different dogs for almost half an hour until we saw one lonely, short, cute, brown, black, and white little beagle, Bailey. We desided to buy Bailey and we took her home that very afternoon. When we got home the first thing we did was put on her shiny new red leash and collar and took her for a walk around our neighborhood, I was just giddy with glee from the thought that this dog was MY dog.

   
One day my Mom maid some Red Barren pizzas, a three meat and a pepperoini. After they were done baking she left them out to cool on top of our stove. When we waltzed into the house again the first thing that we saw was sauce, lots and lots of sauce, and when we looked at the stove-top we were very shocked. The three meat pizza was gone, well... atleast all of the stuff that was surposed to be on the crust was gone. we walked in closer and saw that there was evidence of who devowared the pizza and left a huge mess all over the kitchen, on the pizza there was a lone paw print. As soon as we reallized it was Bailey that did this we looked at the place where our three foot tall gate was surposed to be lodged between two of our hallway's walls, it ws lieying on the floor. and then we searched, the house following the trail of pizza sauce paw prints over linolium and on now stained carpet until... we found our culprit. In the middle of our newly carpeted living room crouching down, and depositing the evidence of the left over pizza onto our snowy white fuzzy carpet. We just stared and stared, at her fur, stained an eerie orangie read, her paws, crimsom crust hardening between her toes, and her muzzel, caked with the juices of her treat and then she yawned. Her mouth was gaping open, and we could see the tiny torn-up chuncks of half chewed sausage and the thin strings of peperoni still stuck between her teeth. A few weeks later a got a red rash on my nose my Mom and Dad said that I must be allergic to dogs. And that was the end of Bailey, that weekend we sold her to two teens and I never saw her again.


     I am not allergic to dogs.