I used to have a cocktail spaniel dog named Pistol. My dad got him for my brother when the dog was just a puppy. I think I was only 3 years old at the time.

It was really fun having him, until he ran off on New Years eve when I was a junior in high school. He was always afraid of fireworks and although I usually tie him up or put him in the garage whenever New years or 4th of July rolls around, I was thinking he wasn't going to get out when I was just going to a friends house for an hour. I came back and...you guessed it! He was outta there! Dug out under the gate! I looked for him for a month. Gave up and never found him since.

He was an old dog though. I don't have a dog or any pets now except for my sisters black n white cat, Spooky, but I usually end up taking care of the hairball most of the time cause shes too busy with "life".