OLD RED
I had a dog named Red but he wasn't red at all. He was brown and black. One day I had nothing to do. My sister suggested I take him on a walk. I put on his leash but right when we got out of the door zombies started swarming us. Old Red pulled me so hard that I plummeted to the ground. But even with my weight old Red kept going. He pulled until we got to safety. My strong fearful dog was my savior. He has the potential to do just about anything with his big heart.
