t was a strange day. I was walking along home from school, when I heard a noise in the bushes. I stopped for a moment and bent down.

Suddenly, someting walked out. I jumped in fright and nearly scared what I saw. What did I see? I saw a little puppy, golden brown with blue eyes.

"Oh, how adorable!" I said under my breath.

I scooped him up and placed him into my backpack. I walked slowly home for two reasons. One was to not frighten the poor pup, the other was to think about where I'd keep him, since my parents didn't like dogs, even cute ol' pups.

When I reached my house, I had an idea. I glanced up at my treehouse. It had a lock and a door. I climbed up, backpack, puppy and all. I took her out and placed him in. I took my backpack in and threw it on my bed. Then I yelled to my mom, signaling that I was home. Then I grabbed my old pillow and ran back to the treehouuse. The puppy was fast asleep. I wondered what to name him. I set the pillow on the wooden floor, and came out.

That night I fed the puppy. We were getting along fine.

The next morning he was gone! I searched around, frantically. But I had to go to school.

Finally, school ended. I went looking for him. When I went home, my mother was sitting angrily on the couch, holding the puppy. I tried to escape. She caught me, though. My mom asked if I knew the dog. I hung my head low. "Yes" I muttered.

Suddenly, her frown disapeared. She beamed.

"What?" I asked. She told me our neighbor wanted to give you the dog, but lost it. Later, she found pawprints in the treehouse and found where he has gone.

"We can keep him, if you want." My mom said. I agreed, and promised to keep him safer.