My pet dog
There was a little friend in our yard who had a little dog at home. People say that dogs are man‘s best friend, so I like dogs very much and he likes me, too. Although I am not its owner, but it is my pet friend.
I liked it the first time I saw it. Its fur is brown and white, so I call it floret. Every time I came to see him, he would come to greet me with a wagging tail, a very like me, with his nose at me to sniff, sniff, and sometimes climb on my legs to amuse me. When I go home, it is always reluctant to part with me, and then sit on the ground, watching me leave. Whenever this time, I want to take it home.
I like it very much. Even though we can’t communicate in words, it will always be my friend.