Memories Make My Home

Ever since I was born Wally was by my side. Wally is not my mom or my dad or my brother Wally was my dog. I remember when my Wally inhaled my sub while I was chattering to my brother. I whimpered then but growing up now my family and I think of it as a hilarious story. Another story I remember was when I used to scrabble around my house with Wally. Unfortunately when I was 10, he passed away. Even though it was an unhappy time for us We comforted each other by giving hugs and kisses. One thing that helps make a house a home is memories with the people and things you love the most. My dog's memories I had with him helped me make a house my home. So that is how my dog made me feel comfortable in my home.