Mi Perro y Yo I must have been seven or 8 years old when my grandpa Cirilo gave a dog. He named him Mr. Q. the dog must have remind him of person by such name back in Garden City Kansas. Anyway I grew up with mi perro. He was smart, loyal, intelligent and brave. The dog never left my side, everywhere I went he was right there with me. As it was a costume in the rancho, humans belong inside the house and the animals outside. I made a little house so my dog would sleep at night right outside my room next to a window. One of my uncles lived across the street from our house and he had a bull dog that never liked me. Every time I walked by his dog came after me, but he was tied up so he could not hurt me. However, one day somehow the dog got lose or they forgot to tie him down. My dog sometimes wonder off but no more that 10 yards away from me. The bull dg jumped at me trying to bite my had and I was able to him and nock him down. As soon as he went down, my dog attacked him and they fought till one was dead. No a one interfered since it was a fight till death. My dog killed him but in the process one of his ears was almost detached. My dad called on one of my I uncles to bring the rifle so he could kill my dog so that it would not suffer anymore. I objected and laid on top of my dog and told my dad that he would have to kill me to because I would not let him kill the dog. I took care of the perro and cured his ear. We were the best of friends and for many years he was my best friend and companion until my parents brought me to the USA. I have other stoires about my perro that will follow this post
Posted on: Tue, 24 Sep 2013 16:17:33 +0000
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