I was walking home after school and about to turn on our street when I saw two familiar faces: the chocolate labs. I didn't think this was their first escape, so I started to run as fast as possible after them. Running pretty much a quarter of the way back to school next to the busy road with what felt like a 500 pound backpack flopping in all directions, I finally caught up with them and got hold of the one who was trapped by a fence. They must have thought we were playing tag and I was it. When the other came over to say hi to me, I couldn't grab its collar because I was busy on the phone asking mom for help. Thankfully, someone who was taking a walk (she also turned out to be a teacher) had seen me and came over to help out. After mom came, I was surprised how eager they were to spring into our van. After a few phone calls, Daisy and her buddy were safely delivered back to their yard.
Next time I chase after dogs, I'm dropping my backpack first.
(This was written by Amanda, NOT mom)
