Kona

I used to have a dog named Kona. He was a hunting dog before we got him. My dad found him on a highway in Alabama. His leg was badly wounded.

He was a smart dog though, as soon as my mom brought him home, she had to go out and get some dog food. so she locked him in the bathroom. (Well she didn't lock it of course a dog couldn't opena a door!) But when she got home to her surprise, Kona greeted her at the door!


Sadly Kona died two Christmases ago from a heart attack. But I'm kind of glad because in heaven, there is no pain.