The two of us went to the flea market. We walked by the pet stands and I went straight to the puppies to play with them. I really wanted one. The next time we went, my dad bought one. It was a Labrador Retriever. We named it Lucky. The first few nights it gave us a hard time, crying. But it got used to us. My dad always got sick of the smell of dog poop. It made him vomit. So my mom and I would clean it up. Eventually, we had to get ride of Lucky so we gave it away. A year later or so, we got another one. We also named it Lucky (for my father could not pronounce other names well). This one was a lot more aggressive. Both were incredibly lovable. Once again, we gave that one away too. Every now and then we would find a picture of one of the Luckys and he would mention how cute they were. And indeed, they were awfully cute.