When I was a child, the first dog I remember having was a big german sheperd. His name was Skippy. Sometimes I tried to ride him like a horse, but he didn't like that. Skippy was a troublesome dog. He was very noisy, always barking, and the neighbors would complain about him. Even though he was bad, I still loved him. One day when I came home from school, Skippy was gone. I asked my mother where he was, and she said that my father took him away. I went into my room and cried.