a Dog Story

For those who do not know, I adopted a dog in August.

A small mixed breed female dog.

I named her Tara.

She is fatty, she has a middle long white soft hair, with three black spots.

I can't even describe the happiness and joy she brings to me, and the love I have for her. I currently work as a babysitter, and each night, when I'm about to open the door, chills go trough my body, because I know that she will jump to lick me, to smell me, and lay down to cuddle her. We sleep together, I like it that way. When she wants me to wake up, she jumps over my head, until I do something. She likes to put her head below my hands, actually she lifts up my arms, and then snuggle her head below them, to hug her. Every morning when she gets back from her peeing, she lies right bellow my knees, you know in that corner you create with your legs during the sleep.

Why am I sad today.

Because my dad said the most hurt able thing ever. I know he was joking, but he did heart me really bad.

He said we could make a really good kebabs from her. Or even we can put her on a spit, and cook her. He added:"We would resolve two problems, having a dog in a house, and a meat for our patron saint - if I got all of these words right in English.

She is jumping around me at the moment, and for the first time I'm sad for that.