When I was a kid, we had a schnauzer/poodle mix. It didn't take much for that dog to get snippy. But, I loved her dearly anyway. We got her when she was a puppy. If I remember right, it was right after Thanksgiving. I think I was around 5 years old. I remember how exciting it was to bring home this new puppy. I played with her every chance I could get. She slept on my bed. She was my one and only playmate. Christmas came. I was so excited to wake up and see all my presents from Santa under the tree. I noticed something wasn't right and looked closer. My stocking was supposed to be hanging on the wall by the tree. Instead, it was laying on the ground under the tree. I picked it up and saw that there was a hole in the top of the stocking. I turned it over and there was another hole on the side. I pulled out what was inside. There was lots of candy, but best of all, there was a stuffed dog that looked just like my dog. Then, I saw it. The stuffed dogs ear had holes in it and it was torn. I realized that my dog had chewed up my Christmas stocking and new stuffed dog I got from Santa. I was so upset. I cried and cried. My parents were doing their best to comfort me and tell me it was OK. I wouldn't play with my dog all Christmas Day. When night time came, I shut my bedroom door and refused to let her in to sleep with me. She whined and cried and my parents were getting angry because they couldn't sleep with all that noise, but I wouldn't give in. I think I stayed mad at her for a few weeks after that. Of course, I ended up playing with her and loving her as much as I did before after I got over my anger.
