When I was ten years old my mother bought me a dog from the market. He was neither big nor small and he was thin and black. So I named him Little Black. My little Black was emotional like a friend. Everyday while I got home after school he always hopped to me, shaking his head and wagging his tail. He was also clever since he could stand up and walk with his two back legs. I had fun playing with him together. I liked him very much.