It was a beautiful spring day, a weekend I think, 'cause the whole family was home. My folks were out on the front lawn with my best friend Toby and his parents, Ronnie and Tommy. Toby was whining his sweet little whine for me to come out and play. I was inside behind the glass door panting, wiggling and whining hoping they'd let me come out and see my Toby love. Dad finally let me out and Toby and I kissed and romped a bit, happy to be together.

Suddenly, everyone turned their attention to the Harley monster that was coming out of it's cage next door (my folks call it a garage but I know a cage when I see one!).

The man who lives next door sat on the monster and we all jumped when we heard it ROAR. I remember Mom yelling to Dad "hold her", but it was too late. I envisioned us being attacked by the monster and I just had to do something to save everyone. I took off, full stride, down the street chasing the beast. I had such a rush of adrenaline, but I must admit, as I got closer and closer to it my legs felt a little shaky. Lucky for me, Dad yelled for me to come back just as I was about to catch it, 'cause I don't know what I would have done if I did!

My folks were pretty upset. Mom gave me the "you're not allowed in the steet by yourself" lecture and Dad made me go back in the house. I was kinda glad though, 'cause I was really exhaused from the whole incident and just wanted to lie down. I sure hope the next time the Harley monster comes out of it's cage, I'm in the house!