Category : Books-Non-Fiction

Sub Category : History

A couple of years ago, I lived near a house that owned 2 dogs which sooner or later had puppies. They were Huskies and they were also adorable. Those two dogs had a few litters of puppies. In one of the liters I went to sit in the garage where the dogs and puppies stayed every single day. The dogs had a keeper that came to check on them every now and then, but the keeper also had to walk another person's dog every day and that dogs name was *Monkey*. So what I used to do was sit with the puppies in the garage while the keeper is walking monkey and when he came back I would leave. So it was a normal day when I went to the garage to sit with the puppies and the keeper locks the garage so he could walk monkey. So I was playing with the pups until I heard a noise that the garage door opening and some voices, first I thought it was the dog walker but then I thought that it was too early for the keeper to come back. So I didn't check, because I thought I was imagining. I continued to play when I heard footsteps coming towards me.....I was petrified I didn't what to do. Then finally I came to see three men standing in front of me.one of them asked me  "hey what's your name" I didn't reply. I knew if I did, it would be bad news. The next one said "fine we are just trying to be friendly" I started crying. That same guy said " fine if you won't tell us your name then tell us how much are those puppies" and it turns out even though they weren't mine I knew, but didn't tell. The last guy said " if you don't start speaking" I interrupted him accidentally when I was crying so loud. He continued and said " we will take you" I screamed" no." The first guy said " it's either you or the puppies" I didn't speak, fright robbed me from speech. I didn't know what to do. So they made a decision for me. Luckily for 'me' he took a puppy and that puppies name was 'broasted' I was devastated. They quickly left and drove off in their 'maroon' car. I was crying so hard that from next door my mom heard me and ran out to me. She called security I gave all the details that I remembered of them. The owners of the puppies were upset but didn't mind all they cared about was if I was ok. One of the owners was a police he supported me and helped me feel better about myself, he made me feel like it wasn't my fault the puppy was stolen. I couldn't sleep at night until one day my parents told me that the police man aka 'owner' traced the fingerprints of the men from the garage and used my information and found the men. Soon afterwards my life was back to normal.