Once a few years ago, when i have around of four
years, while i was traveling with my family to the south, exactly to
"Los Angeles" to visit at my grandmother, the dog of my aunt, called
Donatto, he was going in the pickup tail, cut your fit with something. The
poor dog bleed and cry, for this my dad enter in a deviation from the road to
look for a veterinarian.
On a street we found a house with a veterinary sign so we
decided to stop to be treated.
Inside the house the owners of the veterinary they had
a cattery of dalmatian dogs, and one of their dogs was having their babies.
its a beauty experience watch be bort many little dogs,
listen to screech and watch grawl. Before leaving the vet the owners told me that I could stay with a puppy
but that I had to go look for it in a few more months.
I waited
two months for my father to look for my puppy, and when I had him I was very
happy, his spots took a while to come out but turned out to be a nice dalmatian
with brown spots, I call him Perdy. The end of the story is not so nice because
it turned out that I used a lot of space in the house, and one day when I
returned from the kindergarden I discovered that my parents gave it away
