First of
all, i would like to comment that i don’t have pets. I love the animals so
much, but I don’t share the idea of “to have pets”, because I’m not good enough
to taking care to others. For that reason, I’m going to talk about my mom’s and
grandmother’s pets.
My mother
have three dogs. The first and most dear of them is Mateo “Tito”. He is 10
years old and he arrived to our house after being mistreated by his previous
mistress. I think that my mom saved him. Mateo is so surly and jealous. Also he
is friendly with (and only) new people. A curious datum: he loves to play with
cats, even he enjoy that the cats chase him. The second one is Aquiles, he is a Pastor
Alemán. He likes the disaster and to go to dog parties every night; in despite
of my mother’s concern. Finally, the third
and youngest dog is Magnus (an inherited name from his former family). He came
to our home because his previous house was too small for a dog with so much
energy (like this). He is tender and he has a bad and dangerous habit: he likes
to eat paper.
My
grandmother have a nice cat. His name is Pelusa or Peluso (it depends on the day).
He is really playful and bold. He is the best friend of Mateo.
The responsibility
is essential when we talk about the pets. ¡Long live animals, including the
humans!
It's incredible that Mateo (Tito) and Pelusa/Peluso are friends, it's like fire and water, normal opposites and not supposed to being friends, but there they are (ha ha), I like when dogs and cats live together and being friendly to each other :)
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