My+Little+Angel

The store where I met my teammate was smelly, yet when I saw him the smell didn’t matter. Those beautiful emerald green eyes carried me from the door to where he was. His eyes locked with mine. His body was beautiful. He was perfect. He was with some others. But, by his side was his brother that looked nothing like him. My mother and father entered the store behind me, not looking his way. The guy from the store stared at me with curiosity. My mom looked at me in disgust, as did my dad. My face was glued to the glass barrier that separated me from that angel. His face was perfect, and cute. He seemed scared. I suppose it was my ugly face pasted to the barrier. My mom followed me and scowled at my loved one. My dad laughed and murmured. “Ew.” I looked back and snarled at him. My dad took out his blackberry and called a family friend. The family friend had to approve him, just like my mom. “Can you come, please? I want you to check something out.” He then stared at me. I dashed to the guy from the store, took him by the sleeve and pushed him into the glass barrier. When I was pushing him, I used all my power because he was resisting. He was scared of me. I hopped behind him and smiled like never before. He seemed annoyed and asked me. “Which one do you want?” I looked him in the eye and moved him with my view. He laughed and took out my angel delicately. He placed that precious thing into my hands. I was so nervous and scared. He was way too perfect; I didn’t want him to fall off. I kissed his forehead; he licked my cheek. My dad looked at him and said, “Awful…”. I glared at him and my mom giggled. Then our family friend came. She nodded in affirmation. So did my mom. I smiled and carried him around the store. His paws were so small and soft I was amazed. His fur was smooth and silky. His feet were white. He wore white boots with great style! The rest of his legs were coffee and he dressed a sweater of gray on top of his fragile body. His tail moved in all directions; it was amazing. My dad paid the check with a smile. He didn’t like my pup that much but he was sure I was happy. The ride back home was funky. I felt guilty because he was crying in his cage. My baby was upset. I thought for a while and then thought for another while. His name had to be as great as he. “Garu”. I whispered into his ear. He stopped weeping for a while and then continued, like if he understood his name. My mom overheard and said it was a beautiful name. My dad laughed in a mocking tone. Garu is a very hyperactive doggy. When I come back from school he jumps around and barks in a unique lullaby. He licks my shoes and as I put my hand to pet him, he licks my hand. He sometimes bites me in a playful way. He puts his ears back making his funny face into a cute face. When my mom or dad gets home he does his little show. He does it differently for each person. He likes to do all sorts of things. When I put music I invite him to a dance. He accepts with a frown, but still dances with great enthusiasm. He jumps and stands on his hind legs. He then puts his paws up to grab my hands. I bend down and we dance better than Michael Jackson ever did. At the end of our ballad we are dead. I throw myself into the bed and he lies on the floor to cool off. Every time I cry he licks my tears and lies down beside me. He notices I am sad and runs to the rescue. I know when he is sad. He goes to an isolated place and just lies there all day. I try to cheer him up by bothering him and running around the house. After a while he gets happy. Way too happy. He has these hyper attacks all of a sudden. When it rains, Garu runs around the backyard hunting the rain drops. Then he comes inside acting as if he won a war. My mom then screams my name. I dash, almost tripping in the stairs, to her. She freaks out and looks at me. Worried, I ask her “What’s wrong?” She looks at the muddy floor and back at me. She gives me that look, the look of “do it”. So now I spend the whole afternoon cleaning the mess he made. Garu is one of the most important things in my life because he accompanied me through the years I lived in Panama. He was my only friend. He came with me to Costa Rica. He is still the best friend, and he is my little baby. He is a beautiful Chihuahua. Garu is not an ugly rat like many people say. He is the sweetest dog ever. He knows when I am sad so he tries to comfort me with his precious face. My family loves him now. My family and I know he is there for us. My dad is even scared he eats a toad and dies. I am sad to say this but I don’t deserve Garu. I feel like I am evil in many ways and I regret it. Sometimes I forget to bathe him and feed him later than usual. I wish I were better for him. He is such a great dog and I am a very bad owner. He knows me more than I know myself! Sometimes I’m grouchy and moody but he knows the right ingredient to make my taste buds go wild. Sometimes I wish I could be better for him. I wish I deserved my little Garu. But I don’t. I am sometimes mean out of nowhere and he feels guilty. I regret being so evil. He has been very important. He is one of the few things that make me happy. So I’ve changed for good. I will do my best to be as good as my teammate. We will be the best team! Not even Spain, Italy or Argentina will beat us.