At the age of 9 I once had a dog named Oreo. Now Oreo wasn't really my dog to begin with, Oreo was just just a dog that my mom saved from incoming traffic and decided to bring home for me. I named him Oreo after his black and white fur spot pattern that he had which made him the color of an Oreo. The few days that I spent with Oreo were a blast, I treated him as if he were really my own dog, I took him on walks, fed him, played with him, and even showed him around my house up until his owners came looking for him and we had to give him back. Prior to the owner coming back to claim him my mom had put of a flyer for a missing dog with Oreo's picture because she felt back keeping him, and instantly the owners contacted us and we had to give him up. However my short time spent with Oreo was a blast and something I will always remember.