One sunny August
morning while I was sitting on my porch, pigeons flew above my house and
my neighbors walked their dogs. I could hear them gossiping about the
lives of celebrities.
Walking by was a male dog that was probably about four years old. He was
a medium size dog and kind of chubby. The dog had white fur, pink skin,
and brown eyes. His brown eyes stared at people as if he needed help.
That's when I realized he got hit by a car.
People were gathering around the dog and kids were terrified. The dog
cried in pain as people watched him. It was 90 degrees out, and the dog
couldn’t stand the heat and his broken leg. I felt like I needed to do
One little girl, age five, was small and skinny and standing by the
scene. The little girl had brown hair, tan skin, and green eyes. The
little girl was wearing bright colors that are most common in the
summer. Her eyes looked as if she were watching a horror movie,
terrified and trying to forget what had just happened.
People walked back into their houses, and one person pulled the dog into
their home. The dog was lowering the volume of his loud cries. The
temperature rose higher, making it worse for the dog, but something was
relieving his pain. I started to feel a little better.
The man that hit the dog was obviously male and about age twenty-six. He
was big and buff. The man's hair was brown and his skin was white with
brown eyes. He had gangster clothes with ripped pants, and a backwards
hat. His eyes were wide open when he hit the dog, but knew the dog was
going to be better.