I remember vividly the day when my brother wife brought a tiny pocket dog . Our village was a little helmet, a far cry from the city, surrounded by green forest. A dependent village, where most of the people indulge in agricultural work.

Tommy was the name of the dog, a chihuahua breed, snowy fur, friendly, a playful creature. Honestly I was born a natural animal lover, and the first time I saw Tommy, I was deeply affectionate to him. Tommy had to adjust the village rural life apart from his early city life. My brother and his wife left Tommy and set off to the city. The total responsiblity of Tommy felt upon us, my mother, younger brother a nd my younger sister.
Tommy was friendly to all the villagers and soon enough he became the best friend of everyone. Now our family decided to give her the best village comfort as we can. We build him a little kennel for him to shelter in and some woolen clothes for him to sleep. We had no other dog besides a greyish cat, a mysterious thief but we still love the cat of all his shortcomings.

Nobody has reared a pocket dog or any expensive breed in our village because most of the dogs in our village were local breed. Maybe that is the reason why most of the village people love Tommy as much as we can.

Tommy was soon accepted within the fold of local dogs, even though he was small , he was respected and no other local dogs try to challenge him or had a quarrel. The case of Tommy is like a city boy who came to the village and...