Panko, my dog

When I was younger I remember that I had three dogs (one of them died, and don't remember what happened to the other two), and it took a lot of time for me to have a pet, cause my mom doesn't like any type of animals, in fact she says that she's fine with her three animals (referring to me and my sisters), but this year she finally allowed us to have a pet, after a lot of insistence.

On the same day she let us have a pet, my sister began to look for dogs online, and after a lot of searching she found some cute dogs that were being gifted near were we live, so my mom contacted the owner and the next day we went for him. There were like 4 cute dogs and my little sister immediately took one cause it was the only one who stood up, after that we took him to the veterinary and on the way we were talking about his name, after some talk about it we all decided to name him Panko because of his color. He was a little dog (he had 2 months only) when we bring him to our house and has grown a lot since then, now he has 8 months but still is a puppy on the inside, like he really likes to destroy things or eat whatever he finds.

Now he is another member of our family, and we really love to have him because he is like always happy and tries to be like the center of attention, he sleeps with us and likes when we take him in our arms (we don't do this that much now, cause he's not lightweight).

I really don't know what would be my life without him, cause he is such a lovable dog, and is, like I said before, another member of our family, our hairy little doggy.