My Sweet Prince
When I was 4th grader living in Carter Lake, Iowa some people were going from door to door trying to find their Black Labrador pups a home. When they got to our door Dad proceeded to look over the pups. He didn’t want too big of a dog so he picked out the runt. I got to pick out a name so I called him Prince.
He got fed, watered and loved on a regular basis. Dad built Prince a dog house and put a sturdy chain on it, so when we weren’t playing with him he was chained and wouldn’t get loose. It didn’t take long before Prince started to grow really big. I remember playing kick ball, Prince was able to catch the ball in his mouth and popped it. Dad eventually came to the conclusion that Prince would have to go, when he was able to drag his dog house around the yard. One night the doorbell rang and when Dad opened the door, there stood Prince on his hind legs with his paws on both sides of the doorway. He was as big as a bear.




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