ALONE
Suddenly I was awakened. Someone was calling me, shouting. I looked at the window straight under our Chico tree. Saturday's tie was in the tree but there was no Saturday that was patiently sitting and waiting to feed him. Saturday was been my parents’ present in my tenth birthday. Brown furred and bulging eyes defines my dog. Saturday was living under our Chico tree on our front yard. Every morning we used to see Saturday sleeping at my mother's couch with scratches and feces on it. 'It was disgusting'. Maybe being a naughty was innate to all Chihuahua. I remembered my elementary classmate who had told me that 'if you want to make your home miserable just keep Chihuahua in your house'. I loved my dog even he was frequently doing those acts. I liked playing with him with his favorite yellow Tennis ball, his tricks, moves, energy and gasps. I got up and went to comfort room fumbling with fright because my mother Helen was going outra...