My Puppy Patches

I have a dog. His name is Patches. Patches is a Toy Fox Terrier, he won’t grow much at all. He is a little hunting dog he is all white with black patches and a brown and black face. I first go Patches on my 13th birthday when he was 3 months. I was so happy! When I first saw he I was speech-less my mom and dad got him for me. So many names popped in my mine. I didn’t know what to name him. I was going to name him after one of my friends but that didn’t work. Then I was going to name him Mr. Bentley, but that didn’t work either. But when I looked at him I then realize that his name should be Patches because of the Patches on his body. Patches is now 1 years old and he will be 2 on Aug. 9th of this year. He is such a happy, hyper, bad little puppy. All he does is run around the house and eat up everything. Then he goes outside and digs holes everywhere. When we are eating at the dinner table and Patches is in the kitchen with us eating his food in the corner, he just watches us, and then when we leave he jumps on the table and eats the food! One time my mom caught and Patches had to get a little whipping and be put in time out. Sometimes he gets out the gate or out the house some how and runs away. It takes a very long time to catch my dog. He goes all on West Chicago and Joy rd, and sometimes he goes all the way down to Telegraph. It takes 30 minutes to an hour to catch him. All my friends in the neighbor hood have to help me. This happens on a daily bases so I’m kind of use to. But I love my puppy so much.