DOGS

Dogs have always been called the men best friend, and it couldn't be more right, but for me, they are so much more than that. And as a dog owner (and lover) myself, I have experienced my whole life what is like to have a dog by your side and to love them deeply. So in this post, I'll write about dogs that I've owned.

My very first dog was ''Tunga'', he was a crossbreed (of breeds I don't know) and he was quite small, but man, he was a fighter. He used to live more in the streets than in our home, but he always returned at night. I was too little when he passed away, but I know my family suffered a lot with his death, because he was just a great dog.

There were another dogs in between, I believe so, (not sure if before or after the one I'm about to tell you), but they, for reasons I'm unaware of, they didn't live too long in our home. 

Then came ''Tomy'', which we loved, but caused a lot of problems. He was a crossbreed as well, but he was bigger than ''Tunga'' and kind of a nervous dog. He was I think only 1-2 years old, and he grew up so fast, that he didn't  measure the size of his body, he used to bite a lot too. Once he bit a woman, he only ripped off her pants but she felt scared anyways, so she sued my mom, and my mom had to pay her for the doctor and the pants.

So my parents had to make a decision, since he was giving our family too many problems. They left him alone somewhere far from home. I know it was a terrible thing to do, and I really wish they wouldn't done that. We should have taken care of him, instead of leaving him most likely to die. He deserved so much better.

After a couple years, I believe so, Martín came up in 2008. when I was 9 years old. He was a puppy from our cousins dog, and he was a crossbreed as well. When he first arrived our home, he was a tiny black haired puppy, with way too big ears and beautiful blueish eyes. I remember the first night, he was still too little so we gave him some milk and left him to sleep in the bathroom, and I remember him crying and crying, but it was so cute, that it wasn't annoying at all. As I mentioned before in other posts, my memory is the worst, meaning that I don't remember that much about everything. But I know we loved and cared of him a lot. He was kind of lazy and stubborn, and didn't heed what he was told to do, he smelled a little bit bad too haha because he used to go out a lot in the market days. And for all we know, this is what lead him to death.

In august of 2015, we started noticing him more lazy than usual, he wasn't moving too much and all we thought was that he had a cold, and that he needed just a couple of days to get better.

After two months, one day he started crying desperately like he was in so much pain he wasn't able to move his back legs, so we thought that maybe someone ran over him. We took him to the vet, and they made a radiography to see if he had any broken bones. And he din't, so they told us that maybe he was sick, but that he was going to get better.

Then in October 21th, I arrived home after school as usual when my sister opens me the door to tell me that he passed away early that day. We all cried a lot, we all deep down knew that those were his final days, but he die so suddenly that it felt like we didn't make the most of his last days. 

After just a couple of weeks, my father brought another dog. And I know it sounds horrible, like we ''replaced'' him so quickly, but I don't feel it like that. Martín spend almost 8 years with us, and we kind of needed to love another dog again. 

This time it was ''Negra'', and for the first time in our lives, we have a pedigree dog (not like we wanted one, we really don't care as long as is a dog haha), she is a german shepherd and she was so little and she couldn't stay still the first day from the happiness the first day she came. She is the first female dog we have, so its a whole new thing. She requires more care, and my dad buys expensive food for her ('cause he was told to) and toys that she breaks within days. She grew up way too fast, so as Tomy, she doens't measure the size of her body and she still thinks that fits everywhere like when she was barely a few months old. We take her inside our home more than we did with other dogs, and she sleeps inside too sometimes, but when we have to take her out it's the funniest thing ever. We approach her and yell her ''Ok! Time to go out!'' and she madly runs all over the house, and gets under the small living room table because she doesn't want to go out. She almost doesn't fit anymore, but she always gets in there. She just loves company, she could be right next to us, doing anything, just laying, but she's happy with that. She recently became 2 years old in September 11th., and we hope she can live her full life.

I've loved every single dog we've owned, and they will always have a special place in my heart.