My first pet
(Sent by Sara Baena, a student from La Vall d'Uixó, Spain)

When I was six, I asked my parents for a present for my parents for my birthday. I wanted a little and nice dog.

When the day arrived, my dad said to me that he went to fish, so I believed him. But three hours later, he arrived and I asked him how many fishes he had fished, and he answered me 'Look at the boot.'

When I opened the door I saw what I wanted to see, my birthday present, a little dog. It was in the corner of the boot. I was really happy, I didn't expect that.

Every day, I went used to go for a walk with it. My music teacher said to me that the dog went for a walk with me, because I was very short. A little time later, my mum had a cold, so she went to the doctor and he said to her that she was allergic to dogs and we had to choose my mum or my dog. Logically we chose my mum, so we had to give my dog to another family.

Since then, we haven't had any notice news about him.