Dear Peter,
I am writing to you because my life was changing. I did not write to you because I did not have time.
On Saturday I was at disco. When I was going to home, I found a small animal. It was a black dog. Animal was sitting there. I take it to home. My sister was very happy because we did not have any pets and she named it. He is Rex. I decided to take him because I very like animals, the most dogs. Only one problem with him was: he was small and he was biting everything: shoes, chairs. I bought him bones and food for small dogs and this was the solution of problem. I must go with him to the park everyday because sister is too small.
I am finishing my letter to you. This dog has changing my life to better. Please, write to me about your life in England.