Hello! This morning I was cleaning my pc and I started looking at the photos of Puffy, the dog of my parents. I realized that i never presented Puffy on my blog, so I have to amend! You all have sure understood that in my family we love animals. Any kind. Since I was a child I grown-up together with several “companions”. Nowadays we live with Robin the cat, and for me is the first time living with a cat. I must say that having a dog is so much more demanding. And I’m realizing only now that having a dog or a cat is different, but they’re both two beautiful experiences.
Anyway, I would like to present you Puffy! Puffy was not in the works, I must say. The night of the Christmas’ Eve, last year, after the dinner together with all the relatives, we found a white dog bin fornt of the door of my Granny’s home: we realized that she was lost, she was lonely and trembling, and she accepted all our snuggles. My little sister, Arianna, asked to my mother to bring her home, give her some food, and the day after starting to search the owners. The day after my parents found a notice about a dog missing in the streets near my Granny’s house, and they could finally call the owners of Meggie. (this was the name of the dog)
My sister was disappointed, indeed: she thought that Meggie would remain with her, and then she begged my Mom -for days- to bring home a white dog just like Meggie. Finally this dog arrived in January, and Arianna call him Puffy. (he seems a fluffy cloud, indeed) In my experience, dogs are wonderful: they give you all the affection you can imagine, and they’re connected with your moods: they have a very close connection with the owner. Between my sister and Puffy, it was love at first sight: the first days, the dog didn’t leave Arianna even for a minute.
The beginning of a life together is always exciting: the dog has to discover his new home, and keep in touch with his new family. Puffy choose “the master” of the home in few time: he understand quickly that Arianna would be is playmate, but his master became my mother, the center of the family.
For my mother was easy to became attached to Puffy: with his cute face and the good nature, she passed initially a bunch of time with the dog. Nowadays they have learned to stay separate for a while, but my mother, like Arianna, is always unhappy to leave the dog at home when they have to go somewhere.
Regarding myself, i discovered some things about this race, the Maltese (i never had one before): he’s a peaceable dog, but lively. He gets on well with children, he’s not shy or aggressive with strangers. The male Maltese has more energy, he likes to play and joking around: he has a strong passion for slippers and for garbage – he tries everytime to rummage into the trash bag.- He’s curious, but indeed not really brave: if he hear an unknow sound, he runs straight between my mother’s legs. His real shortcoming is the stubbornness: it doesn’t count how many times you try to teach him something, he will always make as he please. However…Welcome Puffy, my parents love you just in the way you are!