He is Dalton, my first dog.
I remember the first day he came to me, he was so little and so cute. I was working in my lab, then I went out to he garden and he was there, he was nervous and scared, but I took him and I gave him some water to drink and some food to eat. In a corner in the garden I put him a little box with newspaper and a piece of cloth that I found.
The next day, when I was going to work, I saw him again, but this time with less fear, and he slowly came to me.
Other people besides me, also gave him water and food, day after day..
Bit by bit, he was becoming part of the lab family.
We were thinking what name should we put him, and then I though, Dalton!, like the unit of the atom mass (because we work in an investigation laboratory) ). So , every body was calling him Dalton. Dalton, the scientist dog
He always was very playful, sweet and pampered. Also he was very loose, even when he ate, because when he was eating he used to lied on the floor and also when someone was petting him...
Day after day, he was growing and he looked like a German Shepherd, but black. He was the good news after a work day...
I remember he used to play with my shoes, he used to put his paw on my shoe and then I moved it from side to side. He was always trying to catch it.
Sadly, some day, he disappeared. He was no more in the lab. But he is always in our hearts.
