Missing You

         I had a black lab named Max. He passed away when I was around five. My grandpa, and me would take him to my grandpas car bussines. We could let him in the office, and he would be like a watch dog.      When someone would walk in, he'd stare at them and, bark really loud.
        Every time we had to take him to the vet we'd have to get a pack of cookies just to get him in the car. After we got him in the car we would have to sit with him and, feed him half a pack of cookies. Then when we got done at the vet we would take him through the dairy queen drive through and, get Max his ice cream.
      When we would try and give Max a bath he would run off. If you would say the word bath he would run and, hide. Once my mom and, dad tried to give him a bath. When my dad was getting the water hose ready and the soap, my mom took and walked him around the house and tied him up to his chain. My dad started to bring the water hose over and Max saw what my mom and, dad were brining he started to pull on his chain and, growl.

      Then one day my mom picked me up from school she told me that Max had passed away. I was up set for a really long time, and I still miss him a lot.