A New Toy Last September, a new family member came to my home. We called him Rambo-- an Alaskan malamute. When he came to my home, he was just two months old. He is a kind of working dog or hunting dog. He likes playing outside and playing with his owner. He is strong and looks like a wolf. People who don't know him very well will be afraid of him because of his appearance, but he has a wonderful warm and friendly disposition. He almost smiles when he sees anyone coming towards him; his tail wags and he screws up his face until his forehead wrinkles! He is funny to watch. He doesn't bark so much. He is a quiet puppy. Because of his characters, I took him home for my mother as a present. I go to school from Monday to Friday. My mother always stays at home alone. My mother is a housewife. She likes to stay at home and do some cleaning. She spends most of her time weaving. She has weaved a lot of coats, hats, globes and mufflers. This is a hard work, I think. Embroidery is also her favorite. She is sitting there all day with her embroidery and watching TV. Day by day, she is getting fatter and fatter. And the serious thing is pains come to her back and neck. It's more harm than good. I think she is lack of exercise and our Rambo also needs exercise, too. Every morning, my mother gets up early and cooks food for him. After eating, they go out for a walk and breath the fresh air. They go out for a walk three times a day. Rambo likes to follow my mother. She goes, he goes. She stops, he stops. When my mother sits down, he will has a sleep beside my mother's foot. I also call him my mother's tail. How lovely he is! He always makes us laugh. When he sleeps, he always let his belly up side and snores loudly. It makes him look like a human. He also regard himself as a human. He likes to eat everything we eat and imitate something we do. That's very funny. He puts one of his paws on the table and stares at the food , but he dares not to eat them. At the same time, the saliva flow out of his mouth. At night, he sleeps beside my mother's door and stares at my mother. At 8 o'clock in the morning, he will bark at my mother to let her get up. It sounds like" I'm hungry, I'm hungry." What a clever dog! Now, he is nine months old. He grows so strong. We go to climb the West Hill every weekend. We always have a good time because of him. My dear dog lets my mother happy. He makes my mother like sports and go out of the house to do exercise. I love you, Rambo.