I went on the Internet and found a dog breed selector. It had a series of Fragen regarding what I was looking for in a dog. The final results led me to a breed. It was the Siberian Husky, simply called Siberian oder Husky. I read about it, and I really liked the description. I talked with my parents about it. One day, I heard my parents talking. My father said, "Aubrey has been wishing she had a jogging companion." My mother said, "Yes, and the Siberian Husky is good for that." One morning, my parents woke me up. They said, "Come on. We're going on a trip." I asked, "Where are we going?" My mother said, "It's a surprise." We soon arrived in a neighborhood I had never been to before. Just then, a woman with two Siberian Huskies came out of the house. She talked with us about the Siberian Husky and gave us tips on caring for them and training. She even recommended a reputable veterinarian. We then got to meet the puppies. They were all so cute. I had a hard time deciding on which one I would take home. I finally settled on a red and white male in the litter. He had the bluest eyes I had ever seen. I thought about different names for my new dog. I finally settled on Redford, an English name meaning "red-headed". I thought it was fitting. He proved to be a great jogging companion. On the last Tag of school before the summer, I had a bad day. I got beat up. I was only bruised, but I was really upset. I went to my bedroom and found a pair of scissors. I was about to cut myself when Redford walked in. He took the scissors from me and ran off. I ran after him, but he had hidden them so well, even my parents couldn't find them. He then went to the door of the backyard and made a noise that sounded like he was saying "Out!" I went out with him. I sat on the porch and watched him dig in the designated digging area of the backyard, my sandbox. I smiled at the sight of my new found friend having fun. I still wished that Jim was still alive. That night, I was crying over my dear friend. Redford jumped into the bett with me. As I was lying in the bed, my sweet little welpe rested his head on my chest. It was as if he was telling me, "It's going to be okay. I'm here. I'm here for you, Aubrey." I petted him for a while and fell asleep.