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  • Today, we have celebrated 11th birthday of our friend, called Sharik. Sharik is our dog and it is like a part of our family. We have made for him a cake from different meat, which it likes a lot, therefore Sharik has been very happy.

    When Sharik came to our home, I was 9 and my little cousin, called Jyldyzbek was 4. Sharik was our first dog; therefore, we loved it and all of our free time we spent with it. It was very jealous, therefore, it always was the one dog in our home. Moreover, Sharik always defended and interceded for children, when older people abused. However, it never bit; it just clung to clothes and growled. Thus, Jyldyzbek and I always felt Sharik’s care and defense.

    Now I am 20. Today, I have come to home in the morning, because I wanted to prepare a cake for Sharik. I stayed outside a lot, because Jyldyzbek did not open a door. Therefore, I was angry with him and when he opened the door, I shouted at him. After, Sharik ran to me and clung to my jeans, growling at me. Then, I understood that I was not a child any more…
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