My New Friend
I made a new friend a few weeks ago. Dad and I were just walking by, and there he was. Sitting right next to a house. That’s how we met.
He’s really shy. I don’t even know his name. But I think it might be Woody. He’s always there, every single day. Even on that rainy day when Mom forced me to go out, he was sitting there patiently. I think he’s waiting for me, actually.
We’ve never really spoken, mainly because he’s so shy. Maybe one day he’ll talk to me. Maybe he never will. But some friendships go beyond words, and I think that’s the kind of friendship Woody and I have.
I can’t wait to see him tomorrow.
My name is Peanut, and I'm a pit bull.