Christmas stories: on Christmas we saved a dog
I remember when I was 11 years old, on Christmas we saved a dog and her name was Cheyenne.
Cheyenne was a husky and she was very beautiful. I remember how sweet it was when we would come home and she howl and greet us at the door. We had her for two years before this happened.
I believe it was Christmas eve and you know how people are running around a lot that day. Well she got out, and she was a runner. My father, uncle and me were chasing her down the street, sure enough she ran right into the food city.
My uncle Ryan chased her up and down the store. People were screaming like there was a zombie after them. My Uncle Ryan fell and she took off. We couldn’t find her all day, and it was horrible, me and my sister were so upset.
The next day in the morning we get a knock on the door, and it a man with a beard, and a big coat on, he had our baby on a leash. We gave the man plates of cookies that year, and I became good friends with his children, who caught her.
I think that was one of the best things we could have gotten on Christmas. I think we learned that you can’t have a husky and leave the door open. That wasn’t the first time she got out, we were always chasing her around.
Cheyenne was my favorite dog; she was very sweet and wild, like I was. I think that part of the reason we loved her so much.
