Dog+in+the+window

The truck grumbled arcoss the solid, cold, dirt drive way, my family and I were about to begin an exdordiary adventure, that we still are continueing today. We were all crampt in my dad's truck as we see an adorable little face in the window. Even though he was young he had wrinkles on his forehead. Then he began croaking, barking, yelping, hooting, hollering, and wimpering, loudly, buit small and fragiley. As we pondered out the window a woman with a gentle smile came up above the dog in the screen door. All three of us, kids stumbled out of the car door for it was dark and we could see no further than the dim lights from inside the house, and the mere moon glistening in the thin air of the summer. We were all heading inside as the lady welcomes us into a small room. My parents linger behind as my mother tries to surruptiously tell my father that we can't leave here with out a dog or the kids would be devastated, but I guess she didn't say it quiet enough. Then walking through the old screen door as we make a circle on the hardwood floor in a small open windowed room. A puny pug weaved in and out between us with a small tug of war toy, that he showed us as if he was a kindergartener at show and tell. Little did we know at the time, we would be accompanied by him in our future. This dog was the only dog avalible, yet we were overjoyed that he was going to be ours. As we sit in that room and my parents of course are curiositily asking questions to the woman, a very friendly knowledgeable pug breeder. My syblings and I still sit around having him walk around sniffing us as if he was about to pick a favorite. Before we knew it we were out the door with that small dog in my dad's arms. As my brother, sister and I made a row in the back seats as the pug lie across our laps as sprawled out as can be and loudly fell asleep snoring as if a fly flew up his nose as we pulled out of the cold, hard dirt drive way.