Today, My dog Trouble got out of the fence and ran away. No one noticed until he was out of sight. I quickly checked every room in the house and changed from my pajamas incase I had to leave to find him. From my second story room, I looked out the window to see Trouble happily trotting down the street towards home. I ran outside as he reached the driveway and my mom was looking at him funny. “He has a bone..” She mumbles ad I bend down to greet our 13 year old senile dog. He indeed, has a bone. It might as well be a three mile walk for any 13 year old dog to get to the next house that has dogs from mine. He took a walk on his own, found himself a bone, came home. A little ryme of his day. He’s officialy taken care of all of my Owner duties for this weekend.
