Post 3: About pets, love and friendship

When I was child I didn't know what was having a pet meant. I used to have a puppy that was gave me by my mom but I didn't know how to treat him. His name was Clifford, as the cartoon character, and as soon as my family realized that I treated so bad the dog, they decided to give it away until I could be responsible to having a pet.

Nina's face

Years later, a friend with no enough money to care a dog who had found in the street asked me if I could take care the dog. I told him that I couldn't because I travel to see my family every time I could. Finally the friend's family told him that he had to give the dog immediately or they had to throw the dog to the street. That's so cruel!

When I told to my mom the history of the dog, she decided to accept it in the house with the condition of we would give the dog to another family... This never happened and I stayed with the dog. Her name is Nina.

Nina and me.

Nina arrived at my home in October, 2013. She was just 3 months old and she slept in the garden. Now she sleep with me. Nina is a lazy dog and she is ever sleeping in different places around the house. When I'm at home she is all the time by my side and sometimes she don't let me do my things because she want to be caressed.

We have never known the real dog breed of Nina. She isn't a pure dog but she is a mixed of (at least) two different breeds; Sharpei and Labrador. Despite of what all the veterinarians says I think Nina is just a "quiltro" like it says in Spanish. Thanks to her I know how to treat a dog and I have company when I'm alone at home.