His name was Snoopy. He was my dog. His eyes were blue and he had brown and soft coat. One day, when I was 8, my sister, Snoopy and I were staying at my grandma's home. It's a very big house, in the middle of a field and surrounded by a lot of trees.
That day, while we were having lunch, we noticed that Snoopy had disappeared for four hours. My grandma was very worried so we started to look for him around the land. We didn't find him.
Finally, when my sister was about tot phone the police, I heard a noise upstairs, in the attic. Quickly, we went there and there was the surprise. We saw about ten birds flying and living in the attic. It was very dirty and untidy!
We needed an expert to make them go away.
Unfortunately, Snoopy never appeared again.