Narrative Story

     I had to write a first-person narrative for school.  It had to be about an experience we/I have had.  I chose to write about the time my dog, Hershey, ran away last year.  He was not gone for very long, and fortunately he was not injured or anything when he was lost.

Lost, but Found Again

     It was July 1st, 2011, and we were walking to the park on Riverside.  We had had somewhat of a hard time finding a place to park, for, although it was still early, cars were already parked everywhere.  There would be a fireworks display that night.  We had decided to take along our dog, Hershey, who is a Border Collie.

     So, here we were, walking along, with Hershey taking a sniff at whatever caught his attention.  It took only a few minutes to walk to the park.  There were people everywhere, but we finally found a comfortable spot that was as quiet as it could possible be in such a large crowd.

     It soon became dark, and, at around 10 o'clock, the fireworks began to shoot off in brilliant shapes and colours.  I had my camera with me, and began capturing the prettiest ones.  When the show was about half-way through, I realized I could not see Hershey anywhere, and asked my mom about him, but she told me just to watch for now.  I think I kind of thought he might have run off, but I kept watching anyway.  After awhile, Joshua noticed, too.  We could not just stand there watching the fireworks when Hershey had just run off in fear.  He could have gone into the streets that had not been closed off.  He could have been found by someone else and they kept him.  He could have hurt himself in his fright.

     We looked for him everywhere we could think of.  We walked up and down Riverside several times, calling for him.  After awhile, the fireworks now finished, we still had not found him.  We walked back down the street, to the police station, and reported him missing.  Thankfully, I had taken Hershey's picture earlier that day sot the police could know what Hershey looked like.  "If any dog would find his way home, it'd be him," on of the officers stated.  I think that Hershey would have found his way home, eventually, if he had not been found first.
     We then went back to Riverside and continued our search once again.  After awhile, we decided we should go home, because it was getting late already.  Th next day we printed some posters and posted them all over the park on Riverside.  We also drove to the humane society and gave them a poster, as well.  All we could do now was go home and wait (we could not just go all around Windsor looking for him, it is a pretty big city), and hope that someone finds him safe and sound.
     We knew that we may not find him for a very long time - maybe never.  However, on the second day after his disappearance on July 1st, my mom checked the humane society's website, and found that they had found a male border collie.  You cannot imagine how excited we were at that news.  Of course, we immediately drove there, doing our best to not get our hopes up, but we had no need to worry.
     We had a little bit of a wait when we got there, but not very long.  When we were allowed in the kennels to see the dog they had found, there was absolutely no doubt about it.  Five black spots on the left side of his nose (we call them "freckles"), a happy dance unique only to him, curly hair around his head and down his back,....it was him, alright!
     He had a tiny bit of a limp, because of all the running he had done in the past couple of days, and the bottom of his paws were slightly worn, too.  Otherwise, he was fine.  Were we every happy to see him (and he us)!!  The poor guy was exhausted, but he recovered quickly and returned to his old, lovable self.