Lost Dog
One Friday we were heading to New
York in the Bronx to go to my grandma’s house.
It was an
hour drive to get to New York. My two younger sisters were sleeping while my older
sister was reading a Percy Jackson book.
I was sitting in the back of the car with my dog, Maya. We always bring her to New York. She is a Chihuahua. She is light brown, her
paws and the tip of her tail are white.
Maya is small. She likes to be carried. She also licks people a lot. We
got stuck in traffic and I was so bored. I could hear cars honking like a
siren.
Soon we were
in New York.
Then, in a
few minutes, we were in the Bronx. We were heading up my grandmas street. Her
street has a lot of buildings and sidewalks. Next to my grandma’s house there
is an empty lot where a house burned down. We arrived at my grandma’s house.
Since she lives in the city she has a tiny lawn in the front of her house. She
made a garden there. She has lots of different kinds of flowers. She has roses,
tulips, sunflowers and more. With all her flowers her garden looks like a
rainbow. She also has a porch.
Next, we
went inside grandma’s house to relax. When we were inside we began watching
T.V.
After we
watched T.V. we went outside to ride our bikes. After we rode our bikes we went
inside. We noticed we left the front door open, so, we closed it. Suddenly, I
noticed that Maya was gone. We all thought Maya was sleeping with Leyla on the
couch. Leyla is my oldest sister. She has long brown hair, glasses and brown
eyes. We all looked around my grandma’s house for Maya. Here are some places we
looked: under the bed, kitchen, living room, dining room and closet. Maya was
not in the house. So we decided to look outside. I looked in the tiny lawn and
the back of the house. My mom searched
the sidewalks. Maya was not anywhere to be found. I soon got worried. My two younger sisters
got worried, too, It was about 11 or 12 o’clock at night. We started to think.
“How did
Maya get outside?” we wondered. Then I remember we had left the door open for 3
minutes. “That’s when Maya got out!” I said. It was too late to keep on
looking. So then we went inside to go to bed. Soon it was morning. We were
still looking for Maya.
“Can we make
posters?” I asked.
We did. It
helped, too. People started to look for
her. Eventually, we had to go home and go to school. But at least my grandma
still looked for Maya.
As soon as
we got home to our own house we called our grandma. “I did not find Maya,” she
said.
When I was
at school the next day I was thinking of Maya the whole time. Once I got home I asked if anyone had found
Maya. No one had at that point.
At about
7:00 my grandma called and said that a lady and five kids had found Maya and gave
her back. I was so happy!
