My first dog was named muffin and here is how we discovered him. When my mom and dad were having their wedding a dog walked into the church. So we decided to keep him but we didn't know what to name him. Then that day when I was hungry I thought I might get a muffin. So when I got my muffin some of it fell on the floor. Then our dog came and ate it then he started jumping for the muffin. So I called my parents into the room and they said why dont we name him muffin.
Once we had him for a year he sterted running out in the woods but he would always come back. He even developed a liking for our cats.(that's very unusual) Another thing was he always liked was fried chicken. One of his favorite sports was frisbee and soccer. I was the one who always took him for his daily walks.
It was on that day that one tragic day that he had an acident. I didn't know that would be his last day but it was. It started when we were playing frisbee it went into the woods acidentaly. He ran down into the woods and I waited for a minute. Then I heard a truck beep but I thought it was nothing but indeed it was something. So I called my brother outside to check it out. When he came back he came back with bad news. Muffin was ........... DEAD.