When I was 14, my friend's dog gave birth to puppies. When they grew up, he asked me if I wanted to adopt one or not. My mother didn't want a dog in our house, so I refused right away. But then I discussed with my mother and in the end, she allowed me to have it.
I felt happy and told my friend that I want to adopt one of his puppies. Later, he handed the dog over to my house. It was my first time with a dog. I was quite excited and my heart was beating fast when he came. I already knew from my friend that he was a male dachshund, I bought him food and drink bowl, chew toys, dog food, and a cheap dog recall collar . He was three months old. At first, he was fearful. I tried to comfort him, pet and caress him gently. He licked my cheek and stared at me, as he thought, "So, are you, my new owner?" I smiled at him and a name came to me. "I'll call you Fox," I said.