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My neighbor's dog
Whenever I think about childhood and my life back in my old house, I can only think of one thing. That is my front neighbor’s dog. I can’t remember what his name was. All I remember is that he was a big, strong and loyal German shepherd dog. This dog was special for me and my family, for he was not a common dog. Even thought it wasn’t our dog we always took care of him, even more than his real owner did, and he took care of us too. Sometimes he would be very early on the morning standing outside my house, just waiting for my brothers and I get out. He would then accompany us to the school that was one block away. And in the afternoon he would be outside the school waiting for my father to come and get us. Then he will also accompany us back to our house, making sure we get there safe. What happened only once a week, started to happen more often. Suddenly, it became a habit on this dog to accompany us. My father said that there wasn’t a single day that he would not be outside just staring to our house, waiting for us. It didn’t matter what season of the year it was; it didn’t matter if it was a cold, sunny or even a rainy day. You could always find that dog every morning and afternoon silently lying on the ground, just waiting for us. I remember one day coming back home from school with my brothers and that guardian dog leading the way as always, when out of nowhere a dog came out and started baking and looking at us with his threatening eyes. Suddenly both dogs started fighting with each other, while my brother and I ran back home. That nice gesture from the dog made me and my family appreciated him even more. I didn’t know what happened to him, because my family and I moved to another house many years ago. But a couple of years ago, I learned that he was already dead. Apparently he died from sadness, the owner told to my father. It seems that only when he was gone, the owner began to notice his presence. Even though he’s gone, I will always remember that nameless dog as a good memory of my childhood and my life back at my old house.
