It was a fresh spring day and my mom was driving me home from school. I saw something in the distance. Whatever it was, it was in the middle of the road. When we got closer to it, I realized it was a dog. The dog was a pug with black fur and big eyes. My mom immediately hit the brakes when she saw the dog. She got out of the car to see if the dog had a collar. She got back in the car and said “The dog doesn't have a collar but probably lives around here,” Then she put the keys in the car and we started driving home; but soon we realized the pug had followed us. My mom continued driving, but I noticed the pug was still there .
When we reached home, my mom mumbled, “ I guess since he followed us back, we can keep him for now; but we have to make “ found dog” posters.” My sister and I called the dog Puga. The next day we took a picture of Puga and uploaded it to the computer. Then we wrote our phone number and my email address. We printed 30 copies. My sister and I walked around the neighborhood for an hour putting our poster on poles, walls, and trees. When we finally got home, I was exhausted. The next day, we got a call from the owner. His name is Ben.

“HI, I’m the owner of the dog,”
“Oh, hi!”
“I’m just calling to say you can keep him.”
“ A-are you sure?”
“Yes, my kids don’t take care of him, so they don’t deserve him.”
“ Oh, ok. Thank you!”
“Bye.”
I heard the entire conversation. I looked at my mom with a puppy dog face and pleaded with her to keep Puga.
Mom muttered,“Okay, but as long as you take care of him.”

I jumped around with joy, kneeling down and hugging Puga with my tan arms.

The following week we took Puga to the dog park. When we were about to go home, I heard yelling. I turned around, my black hair whipping my face, and saw two kids running towards us. My blue eyes widened in surprise and I started to slow down. They looked out of breath.

One of them panted and said, ”I* think* you have our* dog…”

The other one chimed in. “His name is Max.” I was confused at first. I stood menacingly with my long legs apart and arms crossed over my chest, then I realized they were talking about Puga. My mom stepped in and said that the dog’s name was Puga. The kids looked disappointed but Puga or Max, was our dog now. I loved him too much to give him back.
THE END