I can’t even remember how joyful I was when my parents decided to bring a dog home. To be honest, for me it was just a kid dream, because I’d never experienced what it could mean to take care of someone. But I wasn’t worried about that and I was determined to try and take care of a puppy.
At first, we checked local kennels looking for a special dog. When we found it, it was a sunny day of August. My dad got in touch with a Jack Russell breeder in the area of Frosinone. All of us, my parents, my brother and me went to have a look and to decide what to do once there. The place was kind of a farm, full of horses, cows and ducks. The backyard of the farm was, instead, overcrowded with Jack Russell Terrier of all ages and sizes. The smallest one had a tiny scratch on the top of the forehead, with the head completely ginger- brown and a dark brown funny stain on the back. She was the youngest of the brood and her eyes attracted me since the first moment. To convince my parents was easier than I thought, maybe because they found her as funny as I did. From gazing curiously through the bushes to lay down as sphinx, she drew our attention.
