the story about my dog

Today I would like to tell a thing happened to my dog, ruika. I kept him since I was in grade 8, he was a very naughty dog that he used to like run out secretly when he was young. The first time he ran out my mom and I was so nervous that we running all over our estate to yelling at his name. Fortunately we found him at last. As the frequency of his running out for fun raised, we knew he is eventually going to coming back with dirt. So we were kind of relief and didn’t take that as a serious problem. However their happened once that he ran out and didn’t came back for two days. At first we didn’t pay much attention to it, but as the day over and night came we become a little bit worry. I searched the whole area he could be but there wasn’t any of his trace. That time we truly realize the severity of the issue. We printed out many leaflets about our dogs, we went far to check other area, to asked for information about my dog. My mother even found more people here to help seeking. One of her friends suddenly popped out an idea: “why not go to the pet shop? He might be taken by a warmhearted shop owner.” We all think it is a good idea so we decided to seize any possibilities. The next scene I’m never gonna forget. When we enter the shop, our dog started to bark in an abnormal sound, like begging and anxious. The shop owner let him out, he pounced on me heavily, I held him tightly and calling his name. that night we all felt satisfied and relieved.

After that, our naughty boy never ran out again. So it is a happy and warming story. Isn’t it?