Writing

I remember that I used to have a tiny,soft,pink teddy bear from the pet shop called Pinky. I used to take to the mall and to church. She came with a sparkly,mini,peach pink tutu that shimmered and glimmered like fireworks in the sunshine. One night I left it on the edge of the sofa then my dog, Luby took it and bit it into pieces. In the morning all I found was a pile of wool. I felt sad and angry. I even accused my sister because Luby was too cute to who would of done that even though I knew it that my puppy did it.