An Imaginary Pet
I love dogs. Every year I plead with my mother to get me a pet dog as a birthday gift. Since both my parents work, my mother says there is no one to look after the dog during the day. Today, I am going to tell you about my imaginary pet dog.
Cindy is my six months old Golden Retriever. The first time I saw her, she was sleeping next to her mother with her head resting on a small soft ball. I clicked my fingers and she came running towards me. I picked her up and she licked my nose. At that moment, I knew Cindy was the pet I wanted.
In the last five months that she has been with us I have taught her to follow a few simple instructions. She can now sit, sleep, roll over and shake hands to my command.
My favourite pan of the day is when I take Cindy for a walk in the park, in the evenings. She runs alongside the children on their bicycles and makes the little ones squeal in delight. All my friends love Cindy and wish they had a dog like her.
Cindy is my best friend. I am hoping that one day my dream will come true and I will have a per dog just like her.