Risk Loving It
Do you know how it is when you want something so much it hurts? That's the way it was with me on my 11th birthday. I didn't know then that getting something doesn't mean it will always be yours.
It was a Saturday. Dad gave me $25 to my own birthday gift. While passing a pet shop, I found a little dog called Yorky. When he saw me he barked twice, pawing（挠）the window. I went inside and reached down to pet him; he licked（舔）my hand. I bought York at once. Since then, Yorky followed me everywhere, often jumping up and down with excitement. I believed he was mine forever.
It happened in February. I was going home from school as usual, and I stopped three blocks away to whistle for Yorky. He didn't come. I whistled again. Then I began to run. I stopped before I got to the street in front of our house. I could see him lying still in the middle of the street on his side. I saw the tire marks. I knew he was dead.
Then I put all my energy into baseball. At least I was tired at night and could sleep without missing Yorky. One afternoon, I was halfway home when I noticed this thing following me. It was the funniest-looking dog you've ever seen. "Get away from me! I don't like dogs," I shouted. But for two days it kept showing up at my door. I began to feed it when Dad got home from work and said, "Go ahead. Risk loving it." Then I held the dog up in my arms and cried like a baby.
I decided to have Yorky because he_____.