Ones I met a small, cute puppy. He was in a dark, ugly street, he seemed lost. I took it to my home. He had a purple, yellow collar. At fist I washed him, and after that I called the number that was written on the collar, but no one answered.
After two weeks of the black, little puppy being on my house I knew that I needed to name him. I Thought of a cute, perfect name for a cut, perfect puppy. After 2 days I came up with the name Congo. Congo is now ten years old and he is still beautifull, cut, and know he is enormous