The beloved dog I had once was called Troy. He was a friendly dog. I have fond memories of him. But, he was too wild. He was afraid of going inside his very own dog home. He kept digging holes near my neighbor's fence. He managed to get inside my former neighbor's yard. I only had him for three weeks, because we moved from one city to the next. He had no tail and was beaten badly by his former owner. He meant well. He was a crazy dog.

I have had several dogs as pets in the past. It showed that Troy cared about my family and me. We had no alternative, but to give him to another neighbor, which we did. It was fun having him. I will always remember him. He was a caring dog. I had him back in the 1990s. Now that chapter in my life is over. These are good memories I will always cherish. But, I am moving on.

I love dogs the most. My brother has three dogs. I care about them. They let me pet them. I give those dogs lovable hugs. It was sure nice that I had a pet dog in the 90s. They were happy times.