Best buddy

Ever since I can remember there always were varied kind of pets in home, like fishes, birds, tarantulas, water turles (red eared sliders being more especific), hamsters, a guinea pig that a cousin of my uncle left to him so he could take care of, meanwhile he was on vacations, and dogs. But since last year's february my brother decided, motivated by his girlfriend, to adopt an abandoned puppy from the city's animal refuge, a black crossbreed, half blood, or how we say here "quiltro", small dog. He named it Vato. 

The time we met with Vato for the first time I was laying on the couch watching a movie and suddenly I start feeling that something is licking my hair, I turn around to found this petite ball of black hair that it's super curious of who I am, got him up with me on the couch and starts sniffing all around me. He was super adorable (still if you ask me) and very quiet the first weeks in home, he roamed around the house with a sad expression in his face, but with time he gained confidence, with all in the integrants of the house, even with visits, started wanting to play more and give demonstrations of affection very frequently.

More than a year and a half after Vato is a full grown up dog, that still it's very calm in home, but yet full of energy when we go for a walk or to the park. He never gived us much of a problem or headache, with the exception when he sneaks and steals food when we get distracted and that time he got lost for an entire day, lucky us that a lady identified that he was a house dog, saw his necklace and call to the number that it has in its plate. The poor had an injured leg and didn't want to leave the bed of my brother for an entire day.

So in conclussion that's my entire experience, until now, with pets and the story of this precious good boy.