Life and Stuff

I was studying in school when my father brought a very small puppy. It was a girl puppy. We named it Babli. We all loved that puppy very much. My brother and I used to play with the puppy. She was very naughty. As she grew into a big dog she became very obedient, disciplined and caring. The dog loved my mother more than anyone. We used to take the dog whenever we go out to the field. She didn’t have a kennel. The dog used to sleep inside our home. Outsiders were afraid of the dog. One day she got stuck in a box made out of wood. She howled like anything, so we gave her specific dog supplements for calming. It was my brother who got the dog out of that old box. I remember how much that dog used to love us. My father used to bathe the dog. She used to run through our porch whenever she saw dad coming from office. She was a very sweet dog. She died two years ago out of a tumor on 5th June. We miss her very much.