Best friends are people who you can tell secrets to and who are always there when you need them. Well, my best friend was a dog. When I was six years old, my family got our new dog, Jake. He was a yellow lab mix from the pound. In his cage was another dog that always beat him up. As soon as we saw him we knew that he was the one we wanted. As my mother was signing the paperwork, the employee at the pound said that if no one bought him that day, he would be put to sleep. Jake got very lucky that day. When we brought him home from the pound, Jake was so relieved to be away from that nasty place. At first, he was not housebroken and my dad was not very happy with him. Eventually though, he got over that and was able to sleep in my room. He slept at the end of the bed snoring very loudly all night. I think he did that because he knew it made me laugh. On our first Christmas with him, Jake seemed as excited as us to open his presents. He got a few squeaky toys and some bones. The next year, we started to build our current house and we all had to live at our lake house. Jake loved it there because he could run around since we had a big yard and go swimming a little in the lake. It took our house nearly twice as long to build than it was supposed to, but we finally moved in. But right before we moved in, we got two new lab puppies, Emma and Alex. They are sisters even though they look nothing alike. Emma is a chocolate lab and Alex is a yellow lab. Jake was not very nice to them, but he saw how much we loved them and he eventually grew fond of them too. One of Jake’s favorite things to do was go on walks, but we never had time for that. But when we got the puppies, we had no choice but to walk them so they would get tired and sleep, so we just took Jake too. This was now Jake’s favorite part of the day. Now at the lake, Jake always had Alex and Emma to swim with and make the neighbors mad by going in their yard. They eventually put up a cinderblock wall to keep the dogs out, but those three always found a way in. Alex, Emma, and Jake would sometimes get to go on the boat with us and enjoy the wind. After just two-and-a-half years with the puppies, Jake was hit by a car and killed. We were all very sad, but me especially because I had lost my best friend. I had plenty of other friends but I could only talk to Jake. I believe in dogs because they truly are a man’s best friend.