My Dog

Hello everyone, 

I don't have anything special to write about, but something that I always share with people (maybe to a point that is very annoying), is about my dog, Tomy. He's a medium size poodle, with brown ears, curly hair and really big eyes (adorable, I know). I beg my mom for a pet for way to many years until she finally give up and went into MercadoLibre (he isn’t rescue, even though now I will make that choice without a doubt) and call this woman who said had about four dogs to sell. He was the shyest dog I ever seen, his leg shiver like crazy and I could tell by his eyes that he didn’t trust us.

With time we realize that in his old home, people must have hitting him or something in that scale; when someone was changing clothes and he would saw a belt, his first reaction was to cry and run far away as possible. We did all possible to make him trust us and show him that he was safe. 

Even thought my mom didn’t like the idea of a dog in the house, now he sleeps in her bed and we couldn’t love him more. We love how corky and timid at the same time he is (I thing we are similar in that way). He grow with me and is and will always be my partner of cuddles and naps.