On the third day of May 2018, a two-month-old puppy was gifted to us and brought to our house. The fried color of his fur immediately caught my attention, so I gladly named him Golden Brown. As he was leisurely growing, we delightedly discovered his impressive qualities. He was naturally short-legged, but he could amazingly jump high. He was a standard-sized dachshund, but he could bark resoundingly. He would pitiably yelp to get our attention or to ask for food. He would chase rodents and play with insects. He would disturbingly howl when alone, and silently slumber when companied. He would rub his body against our legs, and lower his butt to sit on our feet. We endearingly called him Gold for he had been our precious treasure.