When I was about six, my father took my sister and me to a park.  We walked along a path in the park.  There were many beautiful flowers and pools around.  It was really a very great place.

    Suddenly, I saw an old box which was put on the roadside.  I was surprised to see that there was a cute little dog in it.  We couldn't find his owner, so dad decided to take him home and called him "Do-Do".

    Then, Do-Do became our family.  Every day after school, all of us played with Do-Do, even on Saturdays and on Sundays.  Dad also took us and Do-Do out to play or swim.  It was a very good time.

    But after three years, Do-Do died in a car accident.  After that, when I looked around my house and thought of Do-Do, I felt very sad.  Now I still miss him very much.  Do-Do is always my most wonderful family and friend!