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My favorite photograph

Here’s my favorite photograph.

This picture was taken many years ago, nearly on two thousand and two, on it you can see my dog at the edge of ten years. His name was Barton. I received Barton as a Christmas gift when he had three months on two thousand and one. He was a mix of a Siberian dog and a quita I named him Barton, because of another dog named Barton.  The second picture was taken in the night of December twenty-fourth in two thousand and eleven, on it you can see my dog at the edge of ten years. He was pretty beautiful and big, sometimes most than a dog he looked like a wolf or a bear, especially when he was shedding his hair. I played a lot with him, to see who is the strongest with a rope, or just launching him a ball, and he had to go and look for it.  In once I dressed him like a huaso, for September eighteenth, I took a picture, but I lost the picture when I lost the phone where the picture was. He died at the edge of fourteen years, last year on July. He was a brother, and an excellent friend, even in hard times. I miss him. I miss him a lot, even nowadays sometimes I cry for him.