I think I mentioned one of these stories to you peeps but I'm gonna say it again. These are a few stories to show you that dogs seem to love my family.

1. I was playing outside alone because I just moved into the neighborhood and was shy. I heard jingling behind me and got confused. I turned around and saw a huge dog running towards me and instantly screamed. I screamed because my brother got bit by dogs twice (let me change one of the sentence. Dogs seem to love me and my dad but not my brother all the time) but instead of biting my face off he jumped on me (and I was somehow able to carry his weight) and licked my face. After that he walked around my yard and I tried to get in. All the doors were locked and Mary was in the shower so she couldn't here me knocking at the door. No one else was home except missy.

2. I lived in a neighborhood (diffrent one from the last) and it was the Fourth of July so naturally we had a fire in the woods with a whole bunch of the neighbors. A lot of them brought there dogs and one of them named rusty liked me a lot. I was sitting in a wagon next to my dad and rusty climbed in with us  sitting in between us and started leaning against me. His owner laughed a lot and was like. "I'm so sorry Kelly he likes you so much." I couldn't answer because I was trying to breath (he was a boxer).

3. When my dad was in the marine corps there was a dog that was mean to EVERYONE. He didn't care who you were he would bite you. My dad was in his room doing work I guess when the dog came in. The dog laid on his bed and stared at him. My dad didn't notice him but when he did he jumped a little knowing what the dog was capable of and knock on the wall (the walls werent sound proof) the guy who trained him and stuff came in and got the dog out of his room. As you can tell my dad and the dog became friends.

4. My dad found a dog in the woods and not knowing who the owner was took it home and kept it in the shed (diffrent house from the one we live in now). The next day I came in and saw the dog. It was very skinny and was a hunter dog and my dad asked if I could take it out. I was very nice when it came to lost dogs so I just guided it around the yard but it didn't use the bathroom it just when back and laid in the wagon (this is gonna break your heart but he was sleeping in the wagon because he was used to sleeping in tight place meaning he was used to sleeping in a box) I pet him/ her (never really found out) he/she like me petting him/ her (okay now I'm gonna pick a gender for it and it's a girl now) I stopped a little and hugged it giving it a light kiss on the head (despite her being dirty) she then hesitantly licked my hand. I smiled at that. We ended up giving back to her owner even though they kept her in a box, used her for hunting, AND wasn't even the least bit worried she was missing.

5. This one isn't really a story it's showing how I was with rusty. When I first met rusty I had a ball and I kept throwing it and he kept fetching it. After that he was pretty happy to see me and use to put one side of his stomach against my legs while I rubbed the other side.