Alfie... Hello, my name is Katie berry. I'm 15 years old but let me start from the beginning of my story. It was a warm sunny morning ,on my 8 th birthday I sprinted down stairs to see all my presents, there was one box that stood out to me , that very second I rushed over to it and took the lid of " wood woof woof " shouted the fluffy blonde puppy at the bottom of the box! "oh mum ,thank you so much I love him ". I shouted with gleam " awwwww your welcome my little treasure, what are you going to call him" asked mum . " ermmmm I'm going to call him Alfie." I replied " Alfie, come her boy" The cute little puppy jumped over the sofa barking like mad . " we're going to be best friends forever I promise!" I exclaimed But all promises aren't kept... 5 YEARS LATER "mum wheres my Thomas sabo charm braclet I'm seeing Oliver today at Manchester and I need to look my best" I said " I don't know, but yours taxis here so chop chop or it will leave soon" I grabbed my jacket but I felt jagged teeth grab onto the zip. "woof woof woof woof!" barked Alfie. "let go Alfie I have to go, get of" finally I had my jacket out of Alfie's reach so I got my bag and of I went! I was so excited to see Oliver. We were going to have a great day I could tell. I did not want this day to get ruined.