ne day, my dad took me to the pet store. I got to pick out a dog. A real dog. I got a black lab. I named her Lisa. She has her own toys, but she only plays with my grampa's cat's toys. I tried to play fetch with her. It didn't work. I tried many more times. She said,"You go fetch the ball". I was scared half to death.I jumped up and said, "What"? She said",I said go fetch the mint blue ball". I said, "You can talk or am I dreaming?" "You are not dreaming," said the dog. "Prove it," I said. "Okay," said the dog. So she scratched me. "Ouch!" "Are you there any more?" I said. "Yes!" Lisa replied. "You really can talk," I said. "I know that," said Lisa. "Lets go swim",I said. "No!I hate to swim!" she said. I took the dog home. She said, "Where's the bathroom?" Over there, I pointed. She said, "Not the human bathroom. The one for dogs." "oh!" It's over there too. They're in the same room. She opened the door. "I was about to open that for you," I said. "Well, you didn't" s! he replied. "I am not normal," she said. "I realize that. I think you're the only dog like this," I said. "I am!" said Lisa.

The End

Story by: Cacie, age 7