my first pet

My first pet

My first pet’s name is Otelo; he came home on January thirty first. He is a thirteen year-old, lovely dog. He has lived with me for the last twelve years. In the nights, he sleeps like a normal person; he puts the head on the pillow and stretches his body. Otelo is a basset hound, has long ears, is small, black, brown and white.

When I got Otelo I was very happy because I had wished for a long time to have a dog; I wanted a Dalmatian, however, I got a basset hound. One of my mom’s friends gave it to me, and it’s nice to see how he follows me like a chicken behind his mom.

I have a memory of five years ago; Otelo escaped from the house for about six hours. When he returned he was covered in blood, because he had very deep wounds in the neck, ears, feet and intimate parts. Then my mom, my sister, and my aunt went to the veterinary, but I felt so bad and sad that I cried all night long.

Otelo has been in the most important moments of my life. Throught the years I have been with other animals such as cats and dogs of different races. But Otelo has been the only to remain through the years.