Buzz! Buzz! I felt a gentle vibration of my phone as I received a text from my dad with pictures revealing five, little black and white Australian Shepherd, Border Collie mixed puppies. I showed the pictures to my mom and asked if we could buy one. Excitement rushed through me once she said we would call the owner to see if it would be acceptable to stop by. Thirty minutes later, we were following the GPS directions the forty miles to Cold Spring. The whole way I had butterflies in my stomach, and my heart pounded out of my chest. I wondered if Mom could hear the thud thud, thud thud from the driver's seat. As the drive went on, I thought about the adventures I had with my previous dog, Rosie. Over time, she became the sister I never had. Secrets…show more content… Hearing all of the commotion outside, the owner came out of her house. The puppies soon lost interest in us, and they ran off to play with each other. Except one puppy would not leave my side. I hunched over and scooped her up. Instantly she left wet, slobbery kisses on my checks. Puppy kisses remind me of when Rosie would greet me every morning. The family of puppies consisted of three females and two males. Due to other people claiming the two males and one of the female pups, we only had two options left. The two puppies had different colored collars. The owner explained to us that the reason they all had different colored collars was so they could tell the puppies apart. They did not want to name the puppies before they sold them so the people who bought them could have the opportunity to pick their name. One of the available puppies had a red collar, and the other one had a purple collar. As soon as Mom told me to pick which one of the two puppies I wanted, I looked directly at the one with the purple collar that still never left my side. She looked up at me, craned her head to the side and wagged her tail. I hoisted her up and walked over to Mom knowing the purple collared puppy would soon become my next best…show more content… Twenty minutes into the drive, the high pitched, ear ringing whines started. I felt guilty leaving her in her carrier the whole way home, so I unzipped the top of it revealing a distressed pup. She stuck her head out and looked around. Eventually, she calmed down enough to where I could take her out of her carrier and onto my lap. Such an extensive drive alone with new people could perhaps be unbearably nerve-racking for a little pup. I could not imagine being taken away from my parents to go live with new people. I would be scared and nervous too. Finally, we descended the long driveway and the new Zapzalka puppy looked out the window for the first time the whole trip home. Jumping out of the car, we began running around in the tall grass and around the giant trees. With hours of playing behind us, the sun began to set and the air grew colder. Gradually it became too dark outside for us to play, so I prepared her bed. I threw a blanket, some toys, and a little bit of water in a massive cage, that was set up in the garage, hoping she would not need anything else throughout the night. Once she grew up she stayed outside
