The Dog House....

**This is my non-fiction draft that I may turn into a historical fiction sometime....this is my first memory and one of my favorites because I'm such an animal person.  I guess I'd like some suggestions on how to better develop this story's purpose (and any other suggestions!!).  This is just a rough draft sort of my write from the power point, so its short.....thank you!!

     It was a horrific sound at two years old, hearing my Mom sobbing in the kitchen.  My Dad had just returned from the Pet and Seed store where he went to get tomato plants and I didn't know what was going on.  I remember wandering in to see what was wrong and what I saw in front of me was about to change my life!  Mom was sitting at the kitchen table with a big brown box at her feet.  I ran quickly up to her, and as soon as I looked in the box, my concern was replaced with joy - it was a puppy!!!!!  Brown with white legs that had little chocolate freckles, Lucy (as she would eventually be named), was one of the most exciting sights my young eyes had ever seen!  While my mind could only comprehend the joy of the time, I've come to learn it wasn't such a fairytale for everyone involved.  While my Mom would grow to love the sweet English Springer Spaniel with golden eyes and floppy ears, it wasn't the instant winning of the heart that my Dad, sister, and I experienced.  However, after my Dad and Lucy's first couple of nights sleeping in his truck, Mom's heart began to thaw, they were allowed in the real house, rather than the 'dog house.'

Love

Love never fails,

It's this PROMISE I cling too.

It's my light in the dark,

My warmth in the rain.

It helps me hold on to hope,

In the midst of bitter pain.

Faith, hope, and love.  These three remain.

Love never fails,

Though many times I do.

Yet when I keep trying,

Love always sees me through.

Love never fails,

I hope to always be,

In my actions and my words,

An act of love for thee.

Love never fails.