Peanut

My first pet was a Chihuahua-Pomeranian mix named Peanut. Looking back I realized that receiving him had been one of the best things that had ever happened to me. As a six year old at the time, the idea of a puppy was amazed me me.

On a Saturday afternoon at my mother's work, I had been coloring on the ground for about an hour by then. I got up and walked out of my mom's office. I started wandering around the gigantic office building.

A few halls over, I heard a commotion and I decided to be nosy and peek into the room to see what was happening. The room was filled with a bunch of little girls around my age gathered around a box. “Come on in little one!” called a woman sitting behind a computer.

I walked in shyly and sat down next to a little blond girl. In the box a bunch of tiny little dogs appeared amongst an array of blankets. Splashes of brown, white, and black squirmed around in the box. They were the cutest things I had ever seen.

“Do you want one sweetheart?” The lady said. I looked up. “Really!?”

I had a the tiniest puppy in my hands and walked back to my mom's office. “Where were you?” my mom said not looking away from her computer monitor. The puppy made a little noise and my mom finally looked towards me. “What's that?” Her head peaked over the screen. I giggled and showed her the little dog.

“Oh my god mija.”