My Pet Dog
Children are fond of having pets. Some children have fishes, parrots, cats or rabbits as their pets. I, however, have a pet dog.
The name of my pet dog is Caesar. It is a ferocious dog. It is very big in size. It has fearful large bright eyes.
I bought my pet dog from a dog shop. At that time, it was only a little pup. I brought it home and nurtured it like a human child. Now, it is a full-grown dog.
Its colour is black and on a dark night, it looks to be a mysterious figure while loitering and jumping in the courtyard of our house.
 It barks very loudly and strangers are very afraid of it. Its presence means death to thieves if any. In fact, when it is there in the courtyard of the house, no thieves or burglars dare think of trespassing the premises of our house.
It eats meat most deliciously. It also likes milk. It is, however, not so much fond of bread.
 It accompanies me to the park when I go there. There it plays with me. As I throw the ball at some distance, it rushes to catch it and brings it back in no time. I also take it with me when I go out for the morning and evening walks in the fields.
I bathe it daily with dog soap and then comb its hair-coat. It also loves cleanliness and never spoils the floor, beds or clothes.
I have built a small kennel for it in a corner of my house where it spends much of its time.
It is very powerful and swift in action and other dogs of the street are very afraid of it.
