My mom had a dog of her own so just like any other little girl I wanted one too. my mom and sister went out to Reno to look at the dogs from a shelter that were brought here from sacramento. She had her eye on a german shepard mix. she was only one at the time. She smelled really bad because she was sistting in a cage with puppies that she just had. when we first got her home our first priority was to get her cleaned. we took her to the critter junction to give her a bath. that's when she first opened up to us. she was playful while in the tub and afterwards she was too. me and my sister both wanted her to be ours so we traded off nights to sleep with her. finally my sister noticed how much we loved eachother and let her stay with me all the time. that made me really happy knowing that she was mostly my dog. we started taking her for walks but all she wanted to do was follow wrecks (my moms dog) everywhere. at night she would have dreams and stretch across my doorframe and scratch the wall. whenever you would blow in her face she would bite at your lips. she was a very energetic dog and a good friend for a hyper little girl to have. I was trying to train her to sit and stay but it was a little hard. three months after we got her, I was making dinner for my mom and dad who were going to be home soon and my sister was watching TV. she let the dogs out to go potty and about half an hour later my parents got home. they asked where the dogs were and they were outside so my sister told them they had only been out there for about 5 minutes. my mom got in the car and drove around looking for her. she saw a cop car and she drove over there to see what was wrong. there was my dog laying in the road, dead. she called the house crying and told my dad to hurry up and get there. he was leaving the house but wouldn't let me go with him. she called from the cops cell phone and I called it back to see what was the matter. she told me we would talk when she got home. I started crying just from the sound in her voice. my parents got backthey told us what happened. they decided to get her cremated. the next day at school my eyes were puffy and red. one of my friends walked up to me and told me that he was right behind the woman who hit my dog. she was an older woman and she got out of her car and started complaining about the dent my dog made in her car and just drove off like there wasn't going to be a little girl crying over her animal in the road. when you look at older people they seem really nice but when you hear stuff like this it's like they just put on shows. it's sad to hear and it hurts to know how that woman looked at the accident.