By: Mariana Jaramillo
Two years ago, my family changed neighborhoods,
because my university was away and the new neighbors were the best. My best
friend lives near of me and one day we went biking in my neighborhood. In the
road, there is a park and I saw dog. The dog was very cute and I wanted to
touch it, so it bit my hand. I said, “help me please, it really hurts” My hand
was bleeding and I was crying. My best friend took me to the house and she
said, “ I told you not to touch it because It didn`t have an owner.”
When I got home, my mother got
scared and because took me to the hospital. In the hospital the nurse cleaned
hand, so it didn`t get infected. Before going to the hospital, my father called
me and scolded me because I always unknown animals touch. Then I got
home and took a shower to sleep better.
The following week I went to the
university in the morning. I was scared to find the dog in neighborhood. The
dog was alone in the park and I ran. I wanted to call the police or a vet to
help it. Then in the afternoon, when I got back from the university, I called
the vet and the vet
was going to vaccinate the dog. My
neighbor said, “Hey! That is my dog. ¿Why are you taking him? And I said, “That
dog is dangerous,” and my neighbor said, “but that is my dog and it takes care of
the neighborhood”
I felt embarrassed, so I said, “That
dog bit my hand. That dog is very cute but is very dangerous, so please take
care of it.” That dog didn´t leave the
house again.
The end !
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