I finaly find my home and lay down on my bed. It was the after noon and I grabbed my wood and made my dog a dog house. It wasn't to small and I put I peice of wool on the floor that I got from shearing sheep. "Come here, boy!" I said to my dog. He comes over to his dog house. "Sit." He sits in his dog house. "Good boy!" I said to him. I gave him a peice of rotten flesh. "I haven't gave you a name yet, haven't I?" He barks at me as if you say, "Not yet!" I smile. "How do you like 'Milo?'" I ask him. He uses his paw to cover his eyes like he was saying, "I don't like that one." I thought of a name for him and finaly think of one. "Cheese?" He gave me a look that said "Not impressed." I looked at him for a while to think of a name that fits him. "Do you like Opa?" I ask. He shake his head. "I know!" I almost yell. "Hunter!" He jumps up and down and licks my face. "Okay then. Hunter it is."
