I remember being just three small years old, dancing around the house, watching "The Power Puff Girls" and wanting, ever so badly, to be a little superhero. One day, my mother scooped me up in her arms, breaking my concentration of crime fighting little girls, to take a trip to the pound. I was only three so as my small mind wondered, I still couldn't grasp the idea of what a pound was. Still, my loving mother would not speak a word of what the "pound" was. I remember toddling through the smelly place of animals big and small thinking, "this is the best place ever!" As we wondered through what seemed like an endless room of stalls, we came across a litter of baby puppies. Oh, how cute they were! My older brother, Travis, only six years old, with his wild electric side was having the time of his life as he talked to the puppies, none that seemed to really care much for him. Suddenly, this small brown puppy comes waddling up to us and we all instantly fall in love with him.
The ride home was a sight. Holding our first puppy ever was the best feeling that a small family could have. The car was filled with laughter, puppy barks, and names that we would call this brown mutt. My three year old brain, being stuck on the "Power Puff Girls", kept yelling "Mojoe!, Mojoe!, Mojoe!" Mojo-jojo was the name of the evil villain on the "Power Puff Girls". Did I mention that I loved the "Power Puff Girls"? Everyone soon fell in love with the name, Mojoe.
Little Mojoe was different from most dogs. He was a scared little dog, didn't run much, never bit people, or seemed to have a wild side. I loved him. He was a small little pup that was growing fast. I spent my days, walking and talking to Mojoe. As a child, I didn't have many friends. And sometimes I liked not having many people to pressure you into things or to bully you. I did, however, have Mojoe, my best friend ever. As I grew a little older, around seven years of age, my brother and our cousin, Katy, would bully me...
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