The first pet I remember was a dog named Trixie. She had puppies, and I picked out one of the puppies as my own. I have pictures of my brother and I with the puppies. I must have been about four. My parents had other ideas. They selected a male puppy to keep. I had picked out a female. A man came by to look at the puppies. He wanted the puppy I had picked out. He offered to buy the puppy for a quarter. It didn't seem like a fair trade, but I knew I had to give up the puppy. We still had Trixie and her male puppy, but I was sad that the puppy I wanted was gone.