Something significant...

My dog.

First of all, I'm from Valparaíso. I arrived to Santiago at 12 years old (now I'm 19). And then, I had a dog called Nicanor. He has a short age (just a few months), and I had to arrive to Santiago without him. He had to stay, with an aunt. He is still alive,but, sadly, he is living in a really small space, cause there is no other space for him. It's a big sadness.

Maybe you may wonder "Why he is not living with you here in Santiago?". Because my little brother is allergic to him and he has ASTHMA. Also, it's too sad. He is half Chow-Chow, a weird and strange kind of dog who has a lot of hair in his neck, and his tongue is apparently blue. His hair is beige. It's really cute, and hug-able. I used to miss him. I'm only 19, I can't just bring him with me right now. But, if he stays alive until I receive my career title, I promise I'll bring him with me to a really really long garden. I would like to do it before that, but I don't believe it is possible. 

PS: Give me money to buy a garden for him :((( I need it.

  

Look at him. You can't resist :(((
PS: It isn't my dog. But it is crying anyway cause you don't give me money. If you let it cry, you are a really bad person. You should feel awful with that.