Tìm lỗi sai và sửa I remember my first pet very well. My dad came home from work one day with a box with holes cut in the top. I asked him what it was inside and he opened the lid. Sitting in a corner of the box was a small puppy with big black eyes! He looked very frightened so that I picked him up carefully and stroked him. He started to lick my hand and we soon became great friends. I called him Lucky and he soon was learned to do a few things when I told him to. I took him for a walk on every morning before school and every evening when I got home. It was wonderful, but we soon realised that it was no much fun for him living in a flat in the city. We decided to take Lucky to my grandparents’ house in the country so that he would have been more space. We drove there in the car, with Lucky sitting on my lap. He seemed like excited to be going to a new place to live and he jumped out of the car as soon as we stopped. He seemed to like my grandparents and so I was happy to leave him over there. I see him now as often as I can and I always take him a present, like a big juicy bone.