It was early in November and the Canadian winter was already here. I sat in my chair, just after breakfast, and looked through the one window of our shanty, from which I could see the prairie and the end of our cowshed. Suddenly a large gray animal dashed across the prairie into the cowshed, and a smaller black and white animal ran after it.
I have got a dog. His name is Sharik, but we call him Rex. He is very big and he is brown. But he is not angry, he likes children and he likes to play very much. He doesn't like drunk people and cats. We go for a walk every day and he runs with me and with cats. He likes to eat meat, but he doesn't like vegetables. I like my pet very much.