Thunder I have a dog-named Thunder who is very special to my family since he was chosen. He was a part of our family ever since he was a puppy. It was a singular moment when we chose him. We went to a kennel near my house where there were many Rottweilers who were being sold as watchdogs. The kennel owner’s watchdogs had nine little puppies that we could choose from to take home. My brother had the responsibility of choosing our new pet, because our new dog would be a gift from my parents for him. Despite the fact that the puppies were Rottweilers, they looked very cute and friendly. But one special dog caught our attention. That one could not stop running around, trying to play with the other puppies and with us as well. This crazy little puppy was different from the others, not just his manners, but because he was the smallest and the cutest one out of the pen. That specific dog stood out to us and was the one my brother chose to take home with us. As an Oklahoma City Thunder fan, I suggested that we could name the puppy Thunder, and my family accepted. Thunder is now 2 years old, and I can say that he is part of our family.