My Friendly Dogs and I

This is a true story of my life when I was ten years old, and the fun I have had with some dogs during a hot summer vacation in a small community. Long ago, electricity could not be provided during the day because of high cost and not enough supply, it was only available at night for people to see. I took the habit of eating lunch under a covered porch in the rear side of my house for cooler air breeze. Five dogs from the neighbors found their way in the backyard, and patiently waited ten minutes before lunch was served. My mother would warn me to eat my food instead of feeding them, she would chase them away. One day, I was given a little male puppy and named it "Tarzan." Inside the book, I explain why I named him this particular name. Because Tarzan was not a trained puppy dog, and all he wanted was to play, being so friendly to everyone and made a lot of messes when he was not sleeping. One early morning,Tarzan was given away to a friend while I was still sleeping. All the maids were happy except for my younger baby sister and I. You know that dogs never forget where came from, and guess who came back again after a few weeks, and how it happened?