Getting Close

12 feet of wire enclosed in plastic whips me back when I’m almost to my target. A year has gone by now and I still have yet to reach it. My arms and legs move frantically while asleep, the same dream every night.

I moved to Downers Grove in Illinois from a broken town in Indiana. It took less than 5 months to then move right down the street to a small town named Lisle. Life was rough before then, living on the dangerous streets with no family or friends.

Maybe having a rough start in life is why I cry and run so much in my nightmares.

The first week in a new home with a new family was absolutely terrifying for me. I had only met the family once before which lasted less than 30 minutes.

My new family will take me everywhere with them, especially my mom. She will bring me to this huge place where there are many others like me that I can talk to and play with. But on the days we don’t go there we usually walk around while it’s nice out or throw a ball around in the back yard.

I love to play. My favorite game to play is “catch me if you can” or tag. But for some reason I always have to be on a really long rope. I also love animals; I love to play with them in my back yard.

I was 2 feet away from getting my friend when I got pulled back by the rope which ended up in a loss for me. “See you tomorrow squirrel, see you tomorrow bird!” I barked loudly as my paws swept across the grass when my mom called me in and rewarded me with a treat.