Paticence Brings Great Things

"When is it coming?", I asked my father. "Don't worry you'll know when it's here," he replied. "Well obviously I will know, but I'd still like to know how much longer it's going to take," I said growing irritated. "Your Uncle said two weeks at the most," answered my father. So i strolled out of the room and plopped myself onto the couch and turned up the tv. The days went by, same routine over and over for the next two weeks. After the continuous boredom, I needed something new- and that new thing I needed had still not come. Thinkg I was never going to get it, I strolled into the livingroom and approched my father. Lingered behind him until he swirled his chair around, then I attacked him with questions and accustions. My father wearliy said, "Not my fault. I did'nt know how long it was going to take." I grumbled my way back to my room, shut the door, and mumbled to myself, "Don't want to get blamed? Don't promise anything to a teen."

My paticence was done holding out, itwas irratating; waiting and waiting and waiting. Another week was almost over, it was finally Saturday; and someone was acctually coming over- thank goodness some kind of change rather than the constant boredom and waiting. So as the car pulled into the driveway I got up to open the door to let my cousins in. It was then that I saw my uncle holding a huge box- I smashed the door wide open and ran out barefoot. About ready to smack right into the box i skidded to a stop, and looked into the box. There it was- the precious little thing. So tiny and beautiful with it black and whte pattern. Ireached into the box and picked it up lightly and held it close to my face. "Hi baby! Aren't you such a cute little thing! Yes you are!", I crooned. Finally after the whole summer almost being gone, and the torturous waiting week after week, I had finally gotten my little pup.