The+Jumping+Dog--Idea

Seven years ago I was playing in my backyard on my swingset when I was three. With the wind blowing in my face. I saw a huge black lab with a stubby black tail, with brown eyes, long legs, with long ears walking up my hill. The lab looked like he wanted to play, but I guess not.The black lab jumped on me. I was screaming at the top of my lung, and crying for help the black lab tore my skin open on my leg and scratched me which felt like a thousand of times but it was only seven times. Then the black lab left because of my screaming and yelling. I ran up the steps to my porch and tripped. I went inside with blood trickleing down my leg when I was running inside to my mom blood got all over the floor. I ran down the hall into my mom room screaming and crying. She asked me what happened I told her a dog jumped on me she didn't belive me untill i showed he the bite marks. She took me into the bathroom to wipe off the blood. My mom put Neosporn on my bite marks the lab gave me. I screamed because it stun so bad. I went to bed.

The next day I told my mom i was going outside she said that was fine if only I ate my breakfeast first I told my mom I wanted a egg. The egg was so good it had yoke coming out of the sides with my perfectly done toast it was delicious I got my shoes on and went outside. I saw the same black lab came back to me but, it didn't jump on me this time it just came up to me and I was petting the black lab. Then my mom came out and asked what I was doing and I said I'm petting a dog. She laughed and went back inside to make dinner. I still remember that dog. But I learned a lesson that day that all dogs are not mean they just want to play.