I like dogs. Since I started live apart from my family when I was 18, I haven't had a chance to have one, though. My family had one, actually then it had several puppies, so it's difficult to count how many we had exactly. It's unimaginable thing people have their pets inside home or rooms even the size are smaller than knee tall. I'd never seen dog foods, we always gave our leftovers. I believed they could eat things what human eat. Now I think we took poor to him.
Once,when I went back home first time after 2years, I thought he remembered me. I brought some to feed him. He bit me. My mother told me later he was his son. No wonder, he didn't know me and thought me totally stranger, Or it was revenge for his father? Oct. 2004 |
