By Edmund of Wardobe
When we go’d (lived) in Turkey, I saw lots of doggies. There’s lots of doggies because they lost their families and they have no homes. They are stray dogs. They don’t have leashes, but they nice and they friendly. They not so nice here in Italy, they bark at you and you can’t pet them. But the doggies in Turkey are so loving. I like to pet them and feed them. When we are walking outside and we don’t have any food for them, I feel sad.
I saw white dogs, black dogs and some brown. There’s some big dogs and some small dogs. I love them! They are cute! I like to pet them and play with them and hug them. They so friendly and I love to pet them, and they won’t scratch or bite you when you’re petting them.
At the cave hotel we met Waggy. Susan named him Waggy. I think Marcus and Auntie Jennie maybe will say, “Who’s Waggy?” Waggy is a little cute doggy and he has a waggy tail. He has a cute, cute eyes and he’s brown. We feeded him and we gave him milk and he slept in our cave room because it was too cold and our house was warm. I was sad when I had to say good-bye. I think he was sad too. I think somebody else is going to feed him now.
There was little doggies when we was having Hot Ballooning. They were cute! There were 4 doggies and their big mom.
I wish I had a dog. Mommy said I will when I get older. I want a white and a black doggy.