Lost dog
Lost Dog
By Mikemussina
“We’re almost there!” exclaimed my dad.
“Nutmeg looks scared,” my sister whispered to me. “She’s shaking all over.”
“She’ll be fine.” I said hopefully. The truck halted to a stop at the parking lot. My dad, sister, and I climbed out the truck with my dog Nutmeg. Nutmeg is a medium sized brown and white Australian Shepard / Brittany spaniel mixed dog. She was abused and thrown out of her home and chased by packs of dogs, bitten and left in the cold before we adopted her from the pound. She is afraid of other dogs and runs away from them. We leashed Nutmeg up and started on the long slippery trail. Dogs were coming on all ways of the path walking to the dog park. The path was filled with left over food of the dogs and garbage everywhere.
My sister and me were on bikes while my dad walked with Nutmeg. It wasn’t long until we came to the gate to the dog park. The dog park was vast with thick stenches and poop everywhere. There was part of lake Washington so the dogs could swim and play, a huge rotten log that kids played on, sticks and balls laying everywhere in site, and a small track which the dogs could run around on. All through the disgusting air was the noise of dogs barking and smelling. “Now kids. You can’t leave the gate open at the dog park or the dogs might run away.” said my dad. We walked into the dog park Nutmeg in between my dad’s legs.
As we entered the dog park Nutmeg started to whine. Suddenly two huge dogs came bolting at Nutmeg. She got nervous and fled from the curious hounds all the way around the dog park.
Then when she turned a corner she found the dog gate open and bolted out. It happened in an instant. “Nutmeg!” my dad called. My sister started to pout.
“Dad will we ever see her again!” she cried.
“Now Emily, were bound to find her somewhere.” he said in an encouraging tone. She gave a faint smile. Now we set off. My dad went up by the highway and Emily and me rode the path back to the truck. Nutmeg was nowhere in site. A man came along calling his dog’s name. Probably one of the hounds that chased Nutmeg out of the park.
The path on the trail was cold and damp. Huge puddles lay everywhere. I climbed a small hill to see if I could see the nervous dog. Then I heard a faint howl coming from the parking lot.
I rushed to the sound, forgetting my sister. After I made my way to the parking lot I saw the furry body of Nutmeg huddling against the car door soaking with mud and water. I yelled for my sister and dad, “Guys, I found Nutmeg.”
There was no answer. I sighed and leashed Nutmeg to go search for my family members. It is hard to walk Nutmeg. She is so attached to my mom that she never wants to leave her side. When I leashed her she froze again like an ice cube in a freezer. “Nutmeg lets go, we have to find them.” I said calmly. “Come on Nutmeg,” I thought.
She gave a faint growl but moved slowly over the cement. As I walked more she got less tense and calm. Suddenly Nutmegs urges gave way and she squatted over to the grass off the path.
“Not now Nutmeg.” I groaned. She gave a push and soggy wet poop sloped out. Smelly steam rose from the monster. It was dripping yellow sludge from its sides. I didn’t have a bag so I moved on.
After walking around the whole park I decided that I had to head back to the truck. Just then a yelled filled the air. “Mat!” It was Emily. “I’d thought you left me here,” she pouted.
“Emily get over it.” I said boldly. Then we went back to the truck. My sister, Emily, was grateful to see Nutmeg and me again. Once we left the muddy path to the parking lot I saw dad smiling. We climbed into the warm truck and drove home. Nutmeg was safe and we stopped at Seven Eleven for a much-needed treat, not just for us but something for the lost dog too.