One day when I was little, my brothers and me were selling fruits and bracelets, like a child's game, and one young man came to us.
In his hand he had a really small and white dog, and of course, we asked him about it.
He told us that he was looking for a new owner for the dog, and that if he couldn't find one, he would have to kill it.
We quickly went to ask our parents for permission, that was really difficult because we knew that our parents never wanted a dog, but because of the dramatic situation they said yes.
We were really happy and to keep him we promised a lot of things which never have come true.
We named the dog tro, and for seven years, he has been a member of our family.
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Tro... I love this dog, it is really... well I can't describe it!! XD
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