It was 9:00 pm, my mom, sister, and I, were waiting for my dad to come and bring our dog. My heart was pumping and I can still feel it. After half an hour, my dad came in with a two month old little doberman. I can still hear the dog squeaking and feel its smooth black fur, as I was petting it for the first time. The little dog looked like a deer because we cut its ears. We wrapped her ears with a white medical bandage and her ears were standing up. It had cute little dark brown eyes that looked scared, but they had a glitter to them as she was glaring at us. I felt sorry for the doggie because it was away from its mother but I was also excited about our new dog. A few minutes later we put water and dog food into two bowls and before we could finish putting food, the tiny doberman was already eating and drinking. As the dog was eating we tried to find a name for it. It was hard to come up with a name we all agreed with, but after some time we all agreed we would call her Sandy. We all thought Sandy is a great name! When Sandy finished eating I took her in my hands and told her, “Welcome home Sandy.” No one could imagine that in a few months Sandy would be happy in her new home and family!