Dino

Way back when I was a kid, I was nuts about dogs. I had a book with all dog breeds in it and I really, really wanted a dog. Unfortunately I had some problems with my lungs and due to allergies, I was not allowed to have one. But when I was 11 years old, the allergy-test showed that I wasn't allergic to dogs... my parents decided to get one anyway. I didn't know anything about it. My sis and I were staying over at my grandparents'. When I had my mum on the phone, the day before we went back home, I told my grandma and grandpa "We have a dog at home". I just knew it.
So our grandparents drove us home and when we got out of the car, the door of the house opened and out came the dog! HA! I knew it!
His name was Dino and he was a .. well... mixed breed dog. Black and white (if I remember well, I don't even remember how old I was) and with a rough coat. He was kinda cute. And also a total un-educated dog. He would not listen to any commands... When we took him out for a walk, he would pull so hard on his leash, that he just about passed out by lack of oxygen. It was hard for us kids to walk him. He ran after anything on wheels. He ran after anything that looked like an animal. He was riding our legs all the time. So all in all... he didn't make us very happy.

My parents had gotten him out of an animal shelter. The story is, that he belonged to an older person that couldn't handle him. Dino was the boss at home. I am not sure if the owner died or if he/she just couldn't take him anymore. But Dino ended up in the shelter.

I don't know how long we had him. But in the end, we had to bring him back. In hindsight, I think he would have profited from a dog training course. I don't know if my parents ever thought of that.

But from then on, I wasn't interested in having a dog anymore. Shame that it was such a bad experience.