He wanted one, he just needed one, he had to have one. Ever since he saw
the little boy at the park walking his dog the 5 year old knew he had, had
to have one.
He was in the bathroom standing on his stool, looking into the mirror, practicing what he was going to say to his parents. "Mommy, Daddy I want a puppy NOW!" No he thought that would work. "Pretty, pretty please," he said looking to the mirror with a puppy face on lips trembling.
"Darry, Soda, Pony dinners ready" he heard his mother yell. "Well, its now or never" he muttered to him self.
He walked out of the bathroom and slouched to the table where his parents and brothers were starting to eat. He sat between his brothers and across from his parents. On the table was a steaming plate of spaghetti and a bowl salad. After dinner it was tradition on have his mothers home made, always perfect chocolate cake.
He took some pasta and stuffed it in his mouth, chewing hurriedly, listening to his brother talk about his day at school and how this girl he liked smiled at him of course he didn't say, he liked her, he just casually mentioned it but it was obvious. "Ok" he thought whines he's done I'll ask"
Finally when Darry was done with his story about how he was the fastest runner in P. E. Pony hurriedly jumped in. "Mommy, Daddy can I get a doggy?" looking up at his parents with big glossy eyes, eyebrows up.
Darrel Curtis Sr. was thrown off guard, he looked at his son, and then to his wife, they both made a silent agreement.
"Yea! Please mom, please dad can we?" The 8-year-old Soda asked excitedly, wishing he thought of the idea.
"Uhh-" Darrel started before getting cut off by his namesake.
"Please" Darry whined, very out of character.
"What your father was going to say before he was rudely interrupted," grinning warmly at her children, eyes dancing "was, yes"
"But having a dog is a lot of responsibility" there father pointed out.
"We'll help" both Pony and Soda said at the same time.
"Yea, so we can get a dog?" Once again, Molly looked down at her youngest son. Her own bright green eyes looking up at her, huge as saucers, a big grin on his face, he was practically bouncing up and down in his chair. The sight of him made her smile.
"Yes, baby, you can get a dog, but I don't want him too big, ok?"
"Ok" Pony squealed. "Lets go" standing up from his chair.
Darrel laughed at his youngest son. "Right now, huh? I don't think the pounds open. How about we go on Sunday? I have the day off. How does that sound? Can you wait for 2 more days?
Pony nodded his head vigorously, his mouth full of pasta.
"We're getting a dog, we're getting a dog," the two older Curtis boys sang and he couldn't help but smile at them.
A/N: Oh no what should I name the dog, ohh the horror...ok you guys get to vote.
Rufus (boy) Susie (boy) Happy (any gender you vote) Holiday (any gender you vote)
I need at least 5 vote/reviews and no ties, please
~Roxy
He was in the bathroom standing on his stool, looking into the mirror, practicing what he was going to say to his parents. "Mommy, Daddy I want a puppy NOW!" No he thought that would work. "Pretty, pretty please," he said looking to the mirror with a puppy face on lips trembling.
"Darry, Soda, Pony dinners ready" he heard his mother yell. "Well, its now or never" he muttered to him self.
He walked out of the bathroom and slouched to the table where his parents and brothers were starting to eat. He sat between his brothers and across from his parents. On the table was a steaming plate of spaghetti and a bowl salad. After dinner it was tradition on have his mothers home made, always perfect chocolate cake.
He took some pasta and stuffed it in his mouth, chewing hurriedly, listening to his brother talk about his day at school and how this girl he liked smiled at him of course he didn't say, he liked her, he just casually mentioned it but it was obvious. "Ok" he thought whines he's done I'll ask"
Finally when Darry was done with his story about how he was the fastest runner in P. E. Pony hurriedly jumped in. "Mommy, Daddy can I get a doggy?" looking up at his parents with big glossy eyes, eyebrows up.
Darrel Curtis Sr. was thrown off guard, he looked at his son, and then to his wife, they both made a silent agreement.
"Yea! Please mom, please dad can we?" The 8-year-old Soda asked excitedly, wishing he thought of the idea.
"Uhh-" Darrel started before getting cut off by his namesake.
"Please" Darry whined, very out of character.
"What your father was going to say before he was rudely interrupted," grinning warmly at her children, eyes dancing "was, yes"
"But having a dog is a lot of responsibility" there father pointed out.
"We'll help" both Pony and Soda said at the same time.
"Yea, so we can get a dog?" Once again, Molly looked down at her youngest son. Her own bright green eyes looking up at her, huge as saucers, a big grin on his face, he was practically bouncing up and down in his chair. The sight of him made her smile.
"Yes, baby, you can get a dog, but I don't want him too big, ok?"
"Ok" Pony squealed. "Lets go" standing up from his chair.
Darrel laughed at his youngest son. "Right now, huh? I don't think the pounds open. How about we go on Sunday? I have the day off. How does that sound? Can you wait for 2 more days?
Pony nodded his head vigorously, his mouth full of pasta.
"We're getting a dog, we're getting a dog," the two older Curtis boys sang and he couldn't help but smile at them.
A/N: Oh no what should I name the dog, ohh the horror...ok you guys get to vote.
Rufus (boy) Susie (boy) Happy (any gender you vote) Holiday (any gender you vote)
I need at least 5 vote/reviews and no ties, please
~Roxy