I finally got the permission for a dog. I had to promise and sing a letter were I stated that I would feed, wash, walk and clean after you. My sister singed too, but she was younger. I couldn't wait and made my mom take us to a vet the moment there was time. There, various cages with different dogs, and in a big one, a liter of puppies, I can't remember how many, but I immediately saw you, smallest one there, laying in the far back, while the rest jumped, barked and cried. I don't know what my mom thought when I picked you, or how I got my way (I can't remember if my sister oppose), but I got to take you home.