(Please read my story) I had a little doxin for three years, here's the story:
I remember the day, We had to get rid of my Chow Chow named smokey bear, who had saved me from getting killed by a bull mastiff. After I saw her being hauled into the truck I started crying I was only about 8 years old, man did I ball my eyes out. My mom, seeing how upset I was, started looking for a dog. She saw a doxin in the paper for 250 dollars, and when she was young, she had one so she knew they were good dogs (well it's true) We went to pick him up at a truck stop and it was between him and his brother. When he looked up at me and my sister, we knew which one we had to choose. We named the little guy Frank, Oh god was he cute, with his little face.......oh god I'm about to start crying. Well anyway after about two years he started to lose his hair a lot, we didn't think much about it. Now this is the dog that kept me warm and safe for three magical years, this is where it starts getting sad. He started to get really mean, attacking me in the face for no reason, leaving big gashes. He started to whine and we could tell that he was miserable. We took him up to the vet, and they said that he had skin cancer, I had to run out of the vet office(Oh god now I am crying) So a couple of weeks later we had a family discussion, whether or not to put him out of his misery or not, I didn't want to do it but I knew he was in pain. So the next day I went to school, I couldn't take it, I thought, "Is this how I want to let him go, without seeing his owner, no", so I called home, my mom came and got me, she said that that day she took him outside (see we never took him outside, because he would get these horrible skin rashes) She let him off the leash and he went crazy, running around the yard, then she got him up to the vet, then my eyes got real watery, and she said that when they gave him the shot, she felt him go limp. I didn't even get a chance to say bye to him. I cryed for 3 straight hours, as my memories of him flashed in my head. I cryed until my eyes were red and swollen, heck I'm even crying right now.
So there it is that's my story of Frank, the best dog a man could have ever asked for.