I tried another person. “Excuse me sir, but do you know who those two dogs belong to?” I asked.
“Sorry,” he replied, “I’ve never seen them before.”
I started to worry because nobody seemed to care about these stray dogs. The cold snapped at my face as I ran around trying to get people to stop long enough to answer my question. People in New York City tend to walk quickly but on that day, everyone seemed to be speeding to their destinations because it was about to snow again. I couldn’t understand why nobody seemed concerned. I looked back to where I had first seen the dogs. They were gone. I turned and looked everywhere. I ran here and there, spinning and looking and rubbing tears off my face with my mittens. So many thoughts ran through my head, like, where could they go in this freezing cold and were they lost or did they run away from home and why didn’t they have collars on. It was starting to get dark and I knew my mother would be worried if Bella and I didn’t get home soon. There was nobody left in the park. I strained and looked everywhere when in the distance I saw one last person. He was far away, and I probably wouldn’t have seen him if he hadn’t been wearing a puffy, orange parka and a striped scarf that was wrapped around his head and neck. I picked up my pace to reach him.
At this point Bella looked like she had had it and I’m sure she would have preferred to return to the warm apartment, but I insisted she pick up the pace.
“Bella, don’t forget your puppyhood. These dogs need help just like you did when I first met you. We have to help them.”
Bella walked faster and I knew she understood. Because people were so disinterested up to this point, I was shy and scared to talk to the guy with the striped scarf.
As I got closer to him, I realized that it was my mom and dad’s friend Brendan who lives in my building. He’s a funny guy and is always beatboxing so I gave him a stage name.
“Mista B, I’m so glad to see you.”
“Hey, Alicia. How are you doing?”
“There are two dogs running around the park who have brownish red fur. One is small and the other medium sized. Have you seen them or do you know their story? They don’t look like they belong to anyone.”
Brendan stared at me with his kind, misty green eyes. I’d never seen him sad before. He said, “Those dogs have been out here for days.”
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