Valentina, Year 7Rose Bay Secondary College

ChuckyChucky, a dog of great qualities,Which liked to eat in large quantities,Seemed to like me but maybe he just didn't want to bite me.I used to stuff my fingers up his ears; I could almost see his tears.

Back then I was little,But I should have still offered a skittle.He used to wait outside the door, with his cheeks on his paws.When I'd wake up he'd let everyone know, and make a big show.Chucky was a treasure, because he was living and that was the best thingbecause you could play all day.He was like no other dog, he was special, in every way and every day he woulddo something new, but that was easy to get used to.I will always remember him in my heart, if not I would feel a piercing dart.,Making me remember the dog I loved.