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As children we always had pets, we treated them like family members. We had canaries, turtles, dogs, rabbits, hamsters and cats. My favorite pet is dogs, besides been good guardians, I like to teach them all kind of tricks and especially play hide and seek. After my last dog was poison a beautiful one year old white American Samoyed. I had promise myself not to have another pet. Every time something bad happened I suffer terrible.

Three years ago I was visiting a friend, as we are talking I started listening a cry. My friend said it was her neighbor’s seven year old daughter named Anita, she has been crying because they where moving to another city and had to get read of her new pet dog. After a while I just couldn’t stand listening anymore and decided to go outside and talk to her.

When I approach Anita and before I said anything, with tears in her big brown sad eyes she said to me; “I only have today to give away my dog and If I don’t find someone, my father will take her to the animal shelter”. “She’s only four month old and she will die there” she continues saying. I knew exactly how she felt and as much I want to explain that her dog will be placed for adoption, Anita had decided already her tiny fragile dog will die anyway. So without any doubt, I volunteered to take her pet with me. The third degree from Anita started immediately, You have to promise to take very good care, love her very much, bath her, feed her, Anita continue telling me, until I interrupted her and ask her, what is your dog name? Oh! No name yet she respond,

“How about Anita like your name” I said,

“Ok, you can take her with you” she answered,

I could see the big relief lifted from her face and heart. Suddenly, I was the proud owner of a female dog a mix Terrier with

Chihuahua. Of course after I swear and promise a lot.

My dog Anita has a distinguish personality and very intelligent. She’s also very educated and because the way she conducts herself, I often forget she is indeed a dog and I love her very much.

A year ago, new neighbors move in next door, the couple of times I went to welcome them, they never where there. As days pass, I started to notice that every time I call Anita my dog to come to me, I will see from the corner of my eye, the new neighbor’s curtains window slightly opening, I will turn around and the curtains will be closed again.

Finally one afternoon as I was arriving home, I see this older charming lady sitting in the steps of my door. She introduces herself as the new neighbor, with her daughter and son in law had just moved from Australia.

I was in the process to invited her inside when she interrupted me and said, May I ask you something? “Of course” I said. “What is the name of your dog?” She asks me. “Anita” I respond. She continues with “my name is Ann, my daughter’s name is Anita and my son in law name is Andrew”.

At first I didn’t knew what to say and after a pause, we both started laughing at the same time. I love my neighbors, they are good and wonderful people, they loved my dog and take pride when they call her Anita.

By Mardo…

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