One of my favourite holiday memories is Christmas 2006, I was
in third grade and my Uncle Craig, and cousin Kiera came down from Kamloops,
also my older brother came from Victoria. I don’t usually spend Christmas with family
because my mom never celebrated Christmas until she married my dad so she wasn’t,
and isn’t, the best at Christmas but she tires her best, which is all that
matters. My dad’s family is spread out all over the place and it’s hard for
everyone to get together so one or two is more than a treat. When I was 6 my
cousin gave me a toy dog that growled every time you pulled the sock, I loved
it because it sounded like a real dog and all I’ve ever wanted was a dog for as
long as I can remember. My mom was never fond of dogs but my dad grew up with
them so when he got his house he is in how he decided it was time. Christmas morning
I ran up the stairs to see a cage under the tree and I screamed. I was always
taught to wake everyone up before opening any presents so I ran all over the
house waking everyone up so I could open this cage. Once everyone was upstairs I
opened the cage and out popped the best Christmas present ever, my puppy. It took
a day to figure out a name for him until the perfect name came up, Nacho, my
dad called him a macho looking dog and I was like what about Nacho! It just
stuck and here we are 8 years later calling that still sweet cute puppy Nacho. My
Uncle Craig taught him his name and that he’s got to pee outside not in the
living room and how to sit, the basics so when he left it would be smooth
sailing for us. This was by far one of my favourite Christmas memories because
I had family there and I got my favourite thing in the whole wide world, my
eight year old puppy Nacho.
