Guilt+Poem

When I turned 3 years old, my Dad bought a dog. His name was Jadie bear. Jadie bear, a samoyed puppy, had a pure white coat, almost like cotton. One day, Jadie and I went outside to play with a frizbee. I had noticed, when we came inside that he was acting different. He seemed very hyper. Then, all of a sudden, he got gradually worse. He wet on the floors. He wet under our beds. He tore up the couch. He started growling at me. He even, bit my Dad. Dad decided we had to get rid of him. We sold him to a Dog Show Trainer. I always felt guilty for what happened. He seemed like a perfect, loving puppy, until that day.
 * Why Jadie? **