This past Christmas, my parents tell me to get in the car because we have to go run some errands. After driving for two hours, we arrive at a friend's house. I get out of car and walk up to the door. My dad rings the doorbell and I suddenly hear little puppies yelping. My mouth drops open and I realized that I am finally going to have my own dog. I sit down, still in shock, and the first little puppy to crawl over to me is Meghan. She crawls up in my lap and falls asleep. I chose Meghan because we bonded almost instantly and I knew that she was my dog. I have had Meghan for about six months and she is doing great. Meghan loves to go on walks, meet other people, and eat her kibble.