I remember this day like “the best day of my life”, because we have a new friend, my little dog. On October, 25th, 2003 my parents went out and bought my sister and I a dog. We didn’t know it and at 9:00 am that day we received a call of my father, in which he said to us “look out through the window”, and my sister and I run like if we were in a marathon and we looked out through the window and we saw a pretty little white thing, when we first saw him, we think he was a rabbit because it was too little and he only jump.
That house was big and we have a big backyard and my little dog was always running around the house, and when he goes inside the house he always went upstairs and laid down his body on my sister’s bed because he was tired and exhausted.
His name is Tobby and he is eight years old. We always celebrate his birthday on October 25th and we give him steak for dogs like his present. We know he is getting older and older and a couple of days ago he started to be sick, vomiting, and he is sleeping all the day. Tobby is French puddle and is medium size.
The things I hate about Tobby is that he doesn’t love me the way I love him. He loves my sister too much and he always sleeps with my sister on her bedroom. I had tried to sleep with Tobby sometimes but he walks around the bed and I can’t sleep very well because him. Tobby always get mad when I sleep with my sister.
Tobby is my first dog. When I was four years old my father gave my sister a dog, which my sister called Piti, but I didn’t like Piti at all. She always scared me because she was taller than me and I felt like if she could eat me. Three years later my father gave away Piti, so I was very happy because Piti can’t scare anymore.
In all my life I had a lot of experiences with Tobby sometimes I totally love him, but sometimes I hate him because of the things he do. When he was little my father punished him with a Prensa Libre paper and Tobby was always crying. My daddy is the only one who gives human food to Tobby, so Tobby already know that daddy will going to him some food.
I always wanted a dog, and maybe Tobby wasn’t the way I imagined my dream dog but I love him, he makes me laugh and he is always besides me when I cry. I think protect us of any noise. I want to have Tobby for all my life, I know that could be impossible but I think he is the only dog I would love so much.
