I guess we could keep him and we could name him Old Yeller.
He's staying and he is MINE!
That dog is a stealing our food and needs to get out of here before it does anything else.
We decided to name him Old Yeller. I did not want him, then I became so attached to him that it hurt me in the inside of me when I had to do something very horrible to him.
I hated it that Mama said Old Yeller could stay. I guess it would be okay ,but I think that Old Yeller would just get in the way of everything and steal our food.
As days went by, the relationship between me and Old Yeller got stronger and stronger. I enjoyed him being there all the time.
The day came where Old Yeller had attacked a mad wolf with hydrophobia. Old Yeller came back with a different vicious look on his face. Mama had told me to get my gun and shoot Old Yeller. She told me we had to do it or we would be in danger. I got my gun and called Old Yeller. I put the muzzle of my gun up to his head and pulled the trigger.
I got my horse the day when Papa came ! It was amazing.
Our speckled pup runs with a piece of food in its mouth just like Old Yeller. Hopefully he turns out to be like him.