Pets. Chocolate's story

When I was little I always wanted a dog, but my mom didn't, typical. I had two turtles, they both had terrible death. One jumped out of the balcony and the other one got trapped under the washing machine.

Since the loss of my turtles I didn't get any other pet. Actually, I stopped wanting any other pet. However, there was another person at my house who wanted a pet. My older brother Carlos. He kept insisting my parents to get a dog, but they never relent. 

Nevertheless, when my brother got older enough and stared making his own money he got a dog. He told my mom it was just for a few days, but nowadays she's still the family's dog. Her name is Chocolate.

Chocolate was born in Venezuela and when my brother moved to Chile we took care of her for at least a year, until I moved to Chile as well. To be able to bring her to Chile and because she was, and still is, too big to have her on the cabin, she had to travel with the luggage and had to endure the flight agency's mistreat. 

When I got involve in Chocolate’s life I didn’t want any pet, but after four years she became part of my family and we all love her.