Once, when I was about 6 years old, I was at my aunt's house. Ya see, she has this trench type thing in her back yard. Now, it's not that deep but still. It had rain really hard the day before. So, inside the trench, the drainish pipe thing was gushing out water. So me and my cousins desided to be stupid and play in it. (We do stupid stuff all the time anyway) So we get in and they're up were the water's gushin' out, and I'm workin' my way up to it. Apartently, the current was to hard for me and it scooped me off my feet! So here I am trying to yell "Help!" while I'm swallowing water every second or so. As you can imagine, they couldn't hear me. Then here comes this big Golden Retriever trotting along side the trench while I'm holding on to grass. So I'm thinkin' "Oh great! This just makes things worse." Before this happen I had met this dog named Red, the one trotting, and I was scared of him. Ok, back to the story. Then, he lifts me out of the water, and the next thing I know --- I'm on dry ground!!!Ever since that day, I've loved dogs.
And this story is in no itty bitty way made up.
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