Well not only am i a dog lover, but my family and I are the proud owners of six (6) lovely doggies. I got my first ever dog, FRISKY at the age of 11. He was so cute, a pompek mixed with perkinese. The first time i saw him he was hiding under my grandmother’s sewing machine. Just a tiny, sweet, little ball of fur. I was so excited.
Frisky hard at work
I could just remember the joy within me and all the fun I knew we were going to have. We took him home and he was so scared being in a new environment. As we rested him on the tiled gallery, he just lay flat on the ground. But little by little, as he explored the house and the yard, he became quite as home, so much so that I totally believe that he thought he was a human, just like us….eating food with us, snacks, drinks, ice cream, everything.
I remember how he smelt…just like a little baby, with pink toes. One of the funny things was seeing him eat a mint. He knew how to take out the paper and get to the mint. I mean even dogs need to freshen their breath once in a while!!!
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