On the night of July 7th, things changed in my family’s house. We welcomed a new family member whose name is Archie. Archie is a dog. He is a goldendoodle but he is not golden. His color is more black and white almost like a cow. We arrived home from our week-long trip to North Carolina where we were in the sun at the Outer Banks and touring colleges like Chapel Hill. My dad quickly left without resting at home. He flew to Utah for a work trip and told us nothing about bringing a new dog home. Three days after we arrived home, we were set to pick up our dad from the Long Beach airport. We take the drive and then as we arrive we see my dad standing there holding the dog. We were thrilled to add a new family member to our family. He was very timid for the first two weeks because he went through a lot in one day. From leaving his brother to flying on an airplane, he’s done it all. He quickly showed his favorite person to be my dad. He would follow him around the house and sit on his feet during dinner. I would like to say I’m the second on his list because when my dad is not around, he hovers around me. Archie helps me get through the rough times because he’s always there to listen. He can’t talk back and I just tell him what’s going on. That’s also a downside because when I need advice he still can’t talk. But his face makes up for it. When I’m tired after a double practice day, he and I lie down and talk. My dog Archie helps me get through the troubles in my life.