My puppy Balu.

When I was about 8 years old, I went to visit my grandmother at her house. In her
house she had some puppies that had been given to her and I liked one in
particular.

He was a brown Doberman breed puppy and I loved it, that day when it was time to
return home without pearling, the dog grabbed my grandmother without her
realizing it and I put him in the car and brought him home, he He was my friend for
a long time when I was little, as I lived alone all day and most of the time I spent
alone with the person who took care of me, he was my perfect companion, he even
slept with me, when he was older he did not allow me They punished my parents
and he took great care of me to the point that if I saw my parents grab a belt, the
dog would go through them and they wouldn't let him bite me. I had that friend for
12 years with me; he was a very brave dog that breed usually doesn't know his
master when he gets angry, he bit me and my mom even a thief who got into my
country got bitten he was a very delicate dog he didn't like to be bothered or They
tied him up to bathe him, that was sad because he did get angry when he looked at
the chain or rope, well that dog did give us good and bad anecdotes.

Until he died of old age, he left my house and went to die in the house of an old
woman who lived in the neighboring neighborhood; I have never had another pet
like that one that is so attached to me to the point of protecting me and we still
remember it in my house.