The Injured Puppy
One evening, my father was driving along a deserted road when I yelled, “Dad, stop the car! There is something moving by the side of the road!” Immediately, he slowed down and stopped the car along the roadside.
My father got out of the car and walked towards the limp creature. He bent down and found a pair of pitiful eyes looking back at him. It was a puppy and it was hurt. He picked it up carefully and carried it to the car.
“It has been hit by a vehicle. One of its legs is broken,” my father told me. I felt very sorry for the puppy.
“Can we keep this puppy, Dad?” I asked hopefully.
“I am not sure,” replied my father. “It looks like a stray dog and it doesn’t have a collar around its neck. If it doesn’t belong to anybody, we can keep it.”
My father took the dog to a veterinary surgeon who treated its wounds. A week later, the puppy recovered and I was able to play with it. I taught it how to catch a ball and we became great friends.
That was how I came to own a pet.
The puppy has grown bigger since and it is much healthier now.
