I'm halfway there. I have twenty five dollars, but it's fifty for the two pups. I have been working for 11 months now. Grandpa said I should just stop now and get the one pup, but I couldn't do that, then I would only have one, and I want two. I know that I can do it. I have strength and hope. I'm sure that if I keep trying, I will get there. One more year, and I will have everything I have ever wanted. I will be roaming the woods, killing coons by the dozen. My dogs would be the best ever, and I would be whooping to them the whole way. I will raise enough money so that papa can buy a new mule. I know we sure need one.