Elmaine's memory:
When I see the word 'PET', I would think of my mother's dog when she was young. My mother had a dog when she was young. The doy was named Blackie. He was not bought from any pet shop, but, was picked up by the roadside, thin and hagged. I remembered how my mother use to talk of Blackie as a dog who is very loyal to her. As far as I can remember, Blackie was a rather pitiful dog. He was abused by his previous owners. My mother felt sad for him and my grandparents agreed to allowed my mother and her sister to keep the dog. The dog had an affection for my mother more than her sister. No matter where my mother went, even in the house, Blackie would follow her. According to my mother, he's a rather obedient dog. He doesnt really cause troubles for them and is properly toilet trained. Of course, he have already passed away but he was a great dog.