The Stray Dog

It's currently 1:47 PM, and there's a stray dog barking outside our house. Well, I'm not really sure it's a stray, there are a lot of dogs who just walk around the neighborhood all day. He looks like a stray though: He's a skinny, scruffy, tan pitbull.

1:49: Mom was scared at first to let me go outside and get the mail. "He's dangerous!" she said. Now, I'm not afraid of no dog, and I really wanted to get a good look at the pitbull. So a few minutes later, when the stray was farther away, she let me get the letters.

I was perfectly fine! It just made me inpatient for the Humane Society Camp, where I'll get to help one of those dogs get adopted. Sorry, I have to go! I want to see if the dog is still out there...