This is a little story about someone in particular. Although that someone walks and runs on 4 legs.
I came to my life 1 year ago and practically it is as if I lived with me for a long time. Every day I am surprised with their games and bites but of course is a puppy that needs attention. Once I traveled and spent a lot of time outside the house and when I returned from my trip I was waiting at the entrance door and it gave me a great feeling to see her because she felt alone without me but when she jumped on me and did not leave Because she was so excited to see me.
By this I mean that: a pet is a member of the family. You may consider him a son, a brother. Etc etc because in every part of your life he or she will be there for you.
