In our neighborhood EVERYBODY has a dog(s). Everybody. They go walking around everyday, bark like the world's about to end, and, thankfully, don't howl at night. But you know what sucks?

We don't have one.

Not one pet.

At all.

We had a fish, but it died. Thanks to my brother. Everybody else had a dog. There's even a dog run in our backyard from the people who lived there before. Haunting me.... slowly, but surely, driving me insane.

My friends would argue that I'm already insane. (All of them, yes, you know who you are.)

And if any of my neighbors or relatives are reading this:

Hint to my parents I want a  dog. But don't tell them I told you.

Adios, chupacabras. For now,

Me.