I am 13 years old. My hobbies are baking but that's not all I do. I really LOVE dogs ALOT 🐶.

The Evolution of my future

                  I see myself as either a pastry chef or a veterinarian. I will be living in a house where there is room for my mom, dad, little brother, and maybe 2 extra rooms. I mean yeah my little brother wont be little anymore. The kitchen is going to be all nice and fixed up not like the one I have now for baking. The kitchen will be bigger not like the ones I have now. The rooms will be like 4x the size that they are now. All the rooms would be all modern not any bright colors like red, orange or yellow maybe like a beige sort of color.

                  I have three options I could choose from for my job. I want to be a pastry chef and while I am a pastry chef and I want to rescue dogs that are lost or stray dogs that need a home. I'm not  going to be a dog catcher because those people are mean! The other thing I have planned is to be a veterinarian and then help save dogs in my free time. The other option is to become a veterinarian but then bake and make a business where I sell my baked goods. My last option is to become a veterinarian and bake in my free time but also rescue dogs in my other free time when I get a call of some dog roaming around the town. I will be living on my own with 3 Pomeranian dogs and they would be puppies. I also would have a Maltese puppy.

Friends Fur-ever 🐶 or maybe not

                  One day about 5 years ago I woke up and it was about 7:30 in the morning and I was super tired. It wasn't a school day since we were on vacation. I made myself some blueberry pancakes 🥞🍯 for breakfast (yes I knew how to make pancakes at 8 years old). I was just eating there watching T.V when I heard a "woof". I didn't know what it was and I thought it came from outside at first. Then I heard it again... "woof!" But this time it wasn't coming from outside, It came from my brother's room. When I knocked he didn't let me in so I just asked him "Why do I hear a "woof"? He then said it was just a toy someone gave him. For some reason at that time I believed him and I went back to eating my pancakes. When I finished my pancakes 🥛 I drank some milk and then I wondered if it was really a toy that I heard. I went back to my brothers room which was right next to mine and I knocked then I opened his door. I immediately saw a dog come out. It was a white spaniel with light brown spots. I literally pet him so much that he layed down on me. After that I got a toy and started playing with him. I got along with her very much and I decided to name her Fifi.  About 2 years later my mom came in and gave me bad news. She said that she was having a baby! I wanted a little sister before I had a dog. I was just a little bit happy but when my mom told me that we had to GIVE away Fifi I cried. She said Fifi shed way too much and the dog fur would not be a good fit for a baby. I cried the whole time wishing I could keep her forever. When It was time to give her away I started crying all over again the whole day. When it was the next day I still missed her. I got over it after maybe about a YEAR later! After the years I still have wanted a dog even now. Even now I still remembered how she looked like after about 5 years now and I am STILL sad. I’ve been asking my mom for a another dog but the thing is my dad thinks that it’s too much work. We have been to an animal shelter and found really cute ones but my dad still doesn’t think we are ready. But.. we ARE really close to getting another one!