A Story

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