My Pet Animal-Dog

Not all, but some animals are pets. Nowadays people are fond of keeping pets. Some like to have a cat, some have a dog, some have a parrot, etc.

I have a pet Doberman dog, named Roffel. He is just two years old. He is a pretty looking animal. His whole body is covered with soft fur like the lions. He has whiskers and possessor paws. He has beautiful erect ears and a fine curly tail.

He was a pup of four days when my father brought it from his friend's house. His eyes were closed and we used to feed him with a small milk bottle. Within a few weeks, he gained strength and started recognizing all our family members. He is black in color with some brown spots around his neck.

I find in him an intelligent and loving companion and unfailing friend. He has often impressed me more by his fidelity than his usefulness. Whenever I come back home, be it night or day, morning or evening, he receives me at the door, falls at my feet, and wags his tail. My dog serves me as an alert watchman as any sentinel in a square. I take him to a veterinary doctor for a routine checkup.

Since the time he has been with us, not a single care of theft has taken place in our street. Once upon a time, a gang of dacoits, armed with guns, fell upon our village. Roffel, becoming aware of their approach, stealthily came to my bed and awakened me with his paws. I readily inferred that there must be something unusual. I armed myself with a gun and entered the courtyard. My eyes fell on a party of men near the farther end of the street. I at once fired a number of shots in quick succession. That frightened the dacoits and they took to their heels.

In the morning, I take him out for a morning walk and it also eases itself. In the garden, I play with him with a ball. I throw the ball away and he brings it in his mouth. It responds to its name. It is very intelligent and obedient. No cat or any other small animal dare come near our house when it is at the gate. It gets its food from us at regular intervals which consist of an egg, bread, milk, etc. Whenever he feels like easing himself he barks in a peculiar tune.

Occasionally, my father goes out hunting and Roffel accompanies him. He helps him to track the game and assists him much when he attacks a more powerful animal. He is very clever and quick. He runs hither and thither, pokes his nose into the bush, toils for a few minutes, and then comes out with the game.