The Only Cookie in My Life

There she was, a tiny black and tan ball of fur. She had a smooshed in face equipped with the strangest snorting noises ever heard. She had a soft bubble gum pink tongue that draped over her heavy black lips. Her eyes were slightly crossed and bulged out of her head, but she was the cutest most amazing thing to me when I was 3. Her name was Cookie and she was my little Chinese Pug puppy. Cookie was my first dog and really the only possession I remember when I was a kid.

Through the years Cookie became my best friend. We would chase each other in my yard, play hide and seek, and I would frequently feed her bugs. We even chased our tails together. Being the imaginative 3 year old that I was, I strongly believed that I had a tail and it needed it be chased. Cookie was practically my babysitter. My older sisters never paid any attention to me when my parents left the house. They would just tie me on a leash with Cookie and I would romp and play and never need any parental supervision.

I became over obsessive with my priced pooch. At night when my parents were a sleep I would sneak out of my room and go get Cookie out of her cage and bring her to my room so she could sleep on my bed. Sometimes when she looked like she needed extra leg room I would sacrifice my bed and sleep on the floor. I was always willing to accommodate Cookie's needs. My social life seemed to suffer a little bit when I had Cookie. My friends would come over to play but I would be to busy pretending to be a dog and playing with my dog that I would not even acknowledge my friends. If they weren't willing to chase their tails, bark and walk on all fours, then they weren't good enough to play with.