Check out the piece Rosie posted on her own blog. It is about having to give up all the puppies to new homes. I have added a picture of when her puppies came to visit us at school.
Today is the day that the farmer is coming to pick up one of our puppies. I'm standing in the dog run. I'm so nervous. I hope I don't cry. I wonder what puppy will get chosen. I hope it's not my favourite, not that I really have one but I do like some better than the others. The puppies are circling me like a pack of dolphins around a boat. I pick up Stripes, her furry face rubs against my skin. I hear the sound of two cars pulling up and soon a family of five are standing next to me in the run. The farmer picks up Nike and he says "I prefer black and white rather than the tricolours" I give Nike one last hug as she heads to her new life.
The next weeks went by and we still had six puppies. It is Monday I was on the way from pottery with Sarah when dad said that a guy is coming to pick up Harry. I asked him if Harry had gone yet. He said he didn't know. After we dropped off Sarah we said a quick hello to mum and then zipped down to Bruce's to see if Harry had gone yet. As we drove I had a sudden sadness. I didn't know it was going to be this hard to say good-by to Harry. When Nike went it wasn't this hard because they looked friendly and they had kids plus Bruce knew them. I went over to the kennel where Harry was. A few more minutes went by, finally the man came. He looked rough.... well he was rough. I couldn't hold it, I secretly wimpered.