This is the story about me and my dog. First i want to tell you, taht my dog is not a common dog, he can be really lovely and extremly hateful at fast he same time, you woul realice that, wehn yo finished to read this story. It begann when he arrived to my hause in the arms of my father, this was a really special moment, i fell me so… so incredible, i can not explain this fell but it was so nice! (I need to say he and not it, because he was fo me more than a pet.) He was a braun coker spaniel and in this moment he was 2 monts, so little, so pretty. It was funny, because he was really nervous, and i say “really” because he pissed everywhere. That made my mom angry, because she cleaned it. It was difficult to decide his name, I and my sister take us long to decide his name. At he end we decided to call him “dog”, now i think that we didnt have imagination. Dog made a lot of monkeyshines, for example he destoied his own bed and mi garten, thats why my mother and the gardener didnt like him to much but i know taht my mom loved him with the heart, who couldnt love him. It oke him no more than a week to be finisch with the flowers, those were like his toys. Of course, he had another really dogtoys. I can good remember how we ran in the park together, who his ears moved in the air, it was like a dream. Now he is not more with us, i cant accept the reality but so is it.