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Do you remember those times when you visited your friends and they had their dog in the house? Maybe you’re like me and my friends, you couldn’t wait to see the cute, furry face of the dog you’ve been talking to for years! I remember my first time seeing a dog. I was probably five and I was in the kitchen at the house where my mum and her two sisters lived. They had three dogs. Two of them were brown with white spots. The third one was a white and black spotted dog. I had never seen a white and black dog before. I knew it was a dog.
I spent a while staring at the white and black dog. When it noticed me, it started moving towards me. I ran to my mum and she told me it was ok and I could hold it. I didn’t know it was a girl dog. I was confused, but I still held it. She was very gentle. When I saw the black spots on its white parts I was amazed. I had a dog! I had a dog! I don’t remember my mum’s name anymore, but she was called Maria. I asked her if I could hold her too. She laughed and told me to let her go.
A few years later, when I was a teenager, I got a dog too. I was in love with this dog. I had him from his puppy stage. My mum called him Fido because he was small, had long, dark fur and a lot of spots. Fido was my friend. We were friends because I had a lot of time to spend with him. Every day after school, my mum would leave him outside with me because she had to go to work. She would leave me alone with him and she would bring him home in the evening. Every morning we would take a walk together and he would sit on my lap and I would sit on his. We were really good friends. I would sit with him in my room. I had a lot of friends, but I had no one to share my space and my time with. He would follow me when I would run around the house and he would watch me play with my friends in the backyard.
He was also my best friend. We used to spend a lot of time together. One day I was leaving home and I decided to take Fido with me. I had a big bag of bread with me and some meat. We went to the beach. We had a lot of fun and we played a lot. Then we went to the river. It was a very cold day and I wanted to go home. I carried the bag of bread with me. I was trying to go back home, but I was in a hurry because I was running out of time. I decided to leave the bag of bread and the meat on the bank and ran home. When I got home, my mum was in the kitchen. I was so relieved that she wasn’t there. I ran in to her room and told her to come out quickly because Fido was stuck on the river bank. I told her not to worry because he was already there and that he was fine. I took the bag of bread with me.
When we got home my mum called my best friend. She told him that I had taken Fido to the river with me. My best friend didn’t believe it and he said that he wasn’t there that day. So I said that I didn’t want to talk to him anymore because he was a liar and that I didn’t want to talk to him anymore. I was so angry with him. My mum called him and told him that she saw him at the river with Fido. He told her that he had left the dog at home and he was at school at the time. So my mum asked me to call the police and tell them to check the river bank. I told them what my best friend had told me. So the police went and they found Fido on the river bank. They found the bag of bread and the meat that I had left on the bank.
My mum cried. She said that she was really worried that he was in trouble, so she asked me to take care of Fido until they came to get him. So I took him home. I didn’t feel anything when I left him there because I was angry with him. I took him to my friend’s house where I used to stay sometimes. My friend’s parents were very nice to me. They even bought me a pizza because they thought I was hungry. I didn’t feel bad about taking the dog because I was mad at my best friend and I wanted to stay there until the police came. My friend’s dad told me that I should take him to the vet because the dogs at his house were nice and they would look after him until I got back. So I left Fido there.
I didn’t go home that night. I went to a friend’s house. I was very sad about the incident with my best friend and the police. I felt like I had done something bad. The first thing that I thought about that night was how I didn’t tell my mum that I was taking Fido to my friend’s house. I should have told her but I didn’t. I had to tell my mum the truth. I was really sad. I spent the night with my friend. When I went