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Season of Change Essay
Season of Change Essay
Being the youngest of three children meant eventually being an only child. I craved a
fresh start, new responsibility, and company. I told my parents I wanted to raise my own
companion. They chuckled at the cliche idea for an adolescent to train a youthful disobedient
puppy. Dare I take on a challenge in the middle of a busy semester, it did not compress my
confidence of abilities. I had envisioned a Dorothy and Toto relationship with Bostyn. Instead, I
felt like the Wicked Witch of the West, but I yearned that one day our bond would take an
alternative path.
It seemed as though the only thing to keep me sane was change, but it turned out that
change was what challenged me most. After consecutive days of overwhelming agony, I realized
that it was not the puppy's failure to complete a task, but something lacking in me. Every day
was a gamble whether I could perceive the fact that my puppy was not malicious. Being
committed to a challenge was the easy part; learning to balance long hours of school and dance
Failure to train a deranged animal would reflect right back on me. I feared being the
family’s latest gossip, and I didn’t have time to fear failure. I gave up weekends with my friends
to make sure my puppy had the ability to adapt and build a relationship with me. It was a choice
I did not have to make, but made it very distinct to everyone that I was engrossed with training
Near meltdown, I couldn’t figure out why raising this puppy was so daunting. It felt like
my life had been put on hold. For me, owning my own dog was a chance to redesign my label as
the youngest child stereotype; the one that adulterates every situation. After a few weeks of
nonstop rest, my mom faced me with a choice. She explained that it was not too late to lend him
tendency to push the boundaries until I succeed stuck with me. I accepted that this was a test of
my character. Raising Bostyn was a labor of love, and far more important than proving my
worth. Knowing what could’ve been taken away from me only made me work harder in every
aspect. Even on the most agonizing days I saw the joy Bostyn brought, instead of the hinder to
my life. It took patience and positive reinforcement to change the mammal that I always put first
in my heart no matter the circumstance. My passion and drive to care for him grew, as did the
Caring for Bostyn was strenuous work for many months that eventually blossomed into
meaningful work. His energy not only boosted mine, but his need and willingness to love helped
me mature. I realized no matter how many tricks I taught him, he taught me valuable life lessons.
I look back with pride that I never gave up loving him. Our relationship is even stronger than the
bond I had once desired. I learned that my idea of raising my own companion was only one event