When I was a child my uncle took a dog named Schultz. I spent a lot of time in my uncle house especially during summer, so Schultz and me grew together. He hated rice, my aunt never made him to eat it and he loved catching the stick. Near my uncle house there was a lake and Schiltz had so much fun when I threw the stick into the lake so he can dive into it and take the stick. I never had a dog of mine yet, but I like to think that Schultz was my first dog anyway.