Of course I always wanted to be a Trainer at some point- didn't everyone? An equal chance for everybody to become a legend, to make friends, go out on a journey.
I was one of the many impatient kids who didn't really care for official standards and wanted their starter as soon as possible and, like many of those kids, got one. My mother caught my Growlithe for me from a nearby route, in fact, and was very proud of her choice.
Very loyal and protective; friendly; reportedly easy to train- not to mention that if all else failed I would keep her Poke Ball on me at all times. I thought I was ready. Mom knew not to spring it as a surprise, and instead told me far in advance. So I brushed up on basic Growlithe care and information, asked around everywhere I could, and basically worked from there.
And, bless her soul, it wasn't as if Seraph was aggressive. Far from it, in fact, and I think the reason she was the way she was was because she was young and playful. Not to mention that I was still very new, had a lot of conflicting advice to work out, and she was certainly doing her best to learn.
But, without a doubt, Seraph was the one to teach me the dangers of being a Trainer, even if it was unintentional.
When I got her, I was so excited, I could barely listen to my parents' lecture, and was more staring unbelievably at my new Pokemon and my list of names, though I was half-afraid to approach her yet. But I ended up very cautiously petting her until she suddenly tired of it and bolted from under my hand. She stood a small distance away, watching me and wagging her tail.
It was embarrassing, but neither of my parents made any mention of it, so after hesitantly promising to remember the rules I took the Poke Ball-mine and Seraph's- I went towards her. She ran a little bit farther away, and after a few more repeats I finally realized that it was meant to be a game.
And I very tentatively sped up a bit in going for her, and when she simply shortened her pauses, I quickened my pace again, until she suddenly wasn't stopping-however briefly-anymore. She led me in a merry chase all over the house and then up the steps, and then finally stopped in my room. I assume it was maybe my scent that made her stop there, since she probably could understand from that that it was mine.
Regardless of what made her stop there, that's where we were for a little while longer, trying to get to know each other.
AN: Mobile keeps turning the weird Pokemon "e"s into 3's, and I can't do anything about that, so I apologize.