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| Name: |
Motte
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Age: |
Nine months old
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| Gender: |
Female |
Breed: |
Australian Shepherd, Golden Retriever
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| Home: |
Germany |
After
our first dog died in a car accident I wasn't able to go to school
next day. I was crying and shivering the whole day. Then, on Friday, my
best friend came to take care of me and slept over. On Saturday my mother
asked us if we should get ourselves a new dog. It didn't take a second
until I said yes, but in fact I felt pretty guilty. We searched everywhere
for a new dog that would fit us and then, a few days later, we found Motte
on the Internet. For me it was love at first sight, even if my mother
didn't want such a dog, but a little Terrier or Chihuahua. I convinced her
to phone the breeder. He told my mother that on the same day, there was a
couple that visited the puppy and now wanted to think about buying it or
not. My luck was that he told my mother she could phone him the next
evening and, if the couple didn't get back to him, we could come and get
the puppy. To be honest I didn't really think I would have that luck but
when my mother phoned him the next day he told her we could visit! So we
got in the car and drove those two hours just to see the pup. She was so
soft and plush and I fell in love with her again. We took her with us and
even the first night she silently crawled into my bed after I fell asleep
and laid down right beside me.
Her name Motte, by the way, means moth in English. Motte is the kindest
dog I have ever met in my whole life. My mother wanted a new dog because
she didn't want me to be alone at home when she has to work because she
works at night. She wanted a dog to protect me and Motte is the best match
we could get. In our street we have an asylum-seekers' hostel and when we
got her, there was a young man that always came into our backyard when I
was playing with the dog. He talked to me, touched my shoulder and my hand
and then, when I really felt uncomfortable, Motte started to growl and to
bark. That was the first time I ever saw her snarling. Since then the man
never came near me seeing Motte was with me. A few weeks later he moved.
It might sound strange, but she is better raised than our neighbor's
children. I don't have to call her by her name. If I flick, she comes to
me, gives me kisses and squeaks like an idiot. When I come home from
school, she awaits me by the door, makes the funniest sounds and seems
like she is trying to talk to me. If my mother is taking her outside while
I come back with my bike, she will run to me and walk beside me until I
get off my bike and pay her some attention. Even if I watch TV or play
games on my Play Station, she will sit beside me and watch what is
happening. Motte is always by my side, protecting and comforting me. She
is the most precious thing I could think of and my best friend. I couldn't
think of any other dog that could make me that happy.
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