Snap wasn't really my dog. My sister got him when she was 9, I think (I was born a year later). He belonged to all of us though. Actually he pretty much belonged to all of us kids in the neighborhood.
I'm about 4 years old in this photo. My grandma took it right outside her front door. I don't remember much about Snap but obviously from this picture you can tell he was GREAT with kids. I'm actually fast asleep on his head and he never moved an inch.
I can't say my family took very good care of him. But I don't think he thought he has such a bad life, considering that he was basically wandering around the village exactly how he pleased and there were plenty of kids more than happy to pay him attention. Actually, whenever me and my cousins were playing outside, Snap was never far off.
I remember that he always had a limp. He was hit by a car when he was very young and broke his hind leg and the fracture never healed properly. Something, which of course, could have been prevented if somebody had made sure that he rested and all... And not to mention that he didn't walk where he pleased and got hit by that car in the first place...
Anyway. It was my family's irresponsibility which finally was the end of Snap. He was shot by some farmer.... most likely because he chased his sheep. He was at least 10 years old by that time though.
First dog which was really mine though, was Tiki. I got her when I was 14 and she's 12 years old by now and still as active as ever.
Here's a picture of her taken a minute ago. She likes to sleep in Taggart's toy box, hehe.
You can see part of Taggart's leg and tail too. He's always lying underneath the computer desk when I'm at the computer.
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I miss her so much, but she's to blame for my insane infatuation with dalmatians. <3
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