Walking with Troy First of all I am going to tell you about Troy. He is my dog. I love him. He is small, eight years old and brown hair. We are good friends, when I am sad he takes his bed with his mouth close to me and he stay there for hours. And every morning I take him for a long walk, because I know he loves it. Last week we were strolling across the landscape. We arrived at a beautiful place with many trees. Suddenly Troy stopped close to a tree; he looked at the top and started barking. Then I went to him and could see a scared and small cat at the top. I tried to catch it but it was very high. Therefore I decided calling my athletic daughter and she could climb to the top and saved the small cat. Finally everything was right. Troy and Tiger are good friends and share bed and walk. The only problem is when I am sad, because Troy cannot take his bed with Tiger on it, so I will be always happy.