I Still Love Him

The sound of the rocks of the worn out street crackled under my converse while I headed to my grandmas house. I walked parallel to the gate of her house, and I could see the vet carefully taking the stitches off Chula's (one of my grandparent three dogs) back. I put my hand between two of the bars of the gates door and opened the lock. As I was walked in my grandparents property, the other two dogs encompassed me wagging their tails and placing their heads under my hand begging for me to pet them. I gently started petting Kandie's (the youngest of all dogs) golden, healthy, shiny, beautiful fur. I couldn't believe I gave her back. Cookie (the oldest dog) gently nudged Kandie's head out from under my hand so I could pet her instead of Kandie. Her rough, old, white fur passed from under my palm. I then put my hand next to my body again still having the soft feeling of Kandie's fur under my fingers.
I started to walk towards the stairs and the vet held Chula right next to them, and my grandpa sat on Chula's other side watching me with welcoming eyes. As I approached the stairs, that black, usually vicious, muscular lab started showing her teeth ant me, or I thought it was me, and stood on two legs, while the vet held her back with one arm and it the other he held something that looked sort of like a scaple. No! Chula has to calm down or she might get hurt!
"Chula, it's its me, it's me!" I exclaimed at her with a sweet voice that I always use to her so she could recognise that it was me.
The other two dogs also started barking as if they had seen a cat. At that moment I new it wasn't me.
"Sara! My dogs are going to munch up you dog! Get him out of here!" My grandpa's welcoming face erased it self and turned into that furious expression I always hated that showed if I don't do anything about it something will terribly go wrong. His voice trembled under that fury. I quickly turned around and spotted my ugly small mutt just standing there staring right at the eyes of the three angry dogs that are probably like ten times larger than Rocky.
I sighed, rolled my eyes, whispered under my breath, "stupid mutt, how does he always escape?" and walked out of my grandparents property.
As I started to get closer and closer to Rocky with my fingers curled up into a tight fist. His young eyes then caught my glance of anger. This has been my normal disposition sense he started to actually have his own decisions. (A.K.A. when he stopped being a puppy) He started to slowly walk away, then ran towards the middle of the road. My eyes widened as I quickly ran behind him risking myself not even noticing that my grandparents dogs where already calm and the cars that where harshly stopping inches away from Rocky and me. He stopped running and stood still right in front of a red car that beeped at me continuously. His short tail wagged back and forth. He just wanted to play! That stupid dog! My voice started to harshly curse at the thing that had no clue about anything but marking his own property. I leaned down to pick him up and heard whistles probably from those stupid perverted workers. I turned to look at them with eyes that said" shut up!", but when I turned back to look at rocky, he was taking off towards my house.
I carried Rockie in my arms walking him back to the house, I could feel his sorry little puppy-dog eyes piercing my face. I couldn't help it any longer, so I looked him back in the eye. I saw the only beautiful part of him, his light brown eyes that I had fallen in love with when he was just a little puppy. I had first seen him and I knew he was the right one. Even though he is disobedient, ugly, dirty and filled with I don't know what, I still loved him and wont know what to do if anything happened to him.