Once, I had a dog..

When I was a child ( now I'm a big guy ) ), I like to draw others very much.I was good at that, and when I was at hospital I drew many nurses :wink: .Man I was something, but now I'm lonely.Ok, back to my sad story.I remember at that time of school we were supposed to submit projects.A woman from my place asked me to help her son in the painting part of his work.Ofcourse not mention that he was the school nerd.She later gave us one of her puppies as a reward to my effort.My brother ( he is crippled now ) and I loved that dog very much.We were with him in every move, taught him many stuff.But, my father didn't like the idea of the dog being in the house, so most of the time we would take him to our farm.Later on and because my father is a kind man, he let us keep him in.The dog was strong and fast, look like the doberman kind of thing.I considered him my dog guard; I remember once that he chased a man, that was fun .Well, the man actually was picking at him.It was a good a time of my life with him.He died with poison.I think our neighbour gave him something to kill him.I hated that neighbour, but couldn't do anything.He was a scary man, and my father didn't take care of the whole thing.We found my lovely dog a few distance from my house; he was lying on the ground, and there was the trace of throwing near him.Ofcourse it didn't take time to figure out what had happened to my dog.

Now, I don't have any pets, maybe because I don't have time.I wrote this because I'm thinking to go to the old man, and bring it up again.I'm a big guy and he can't do anything to me.Is it worthy to give a shot and told him my story?!.Maybe, I should forget the whole thingy.