My little dump Dog

One day me, my mom, and dad, went to the dump to dump our trash. All of the sudden my mom starts yelling, "There's a puppy!". So, we all ran out of the car. After a half an hour of my Dad chasing after the dog, he picked it up and put it in the car. "Dad, your gonna let me keep it?", I say, not believing anything. "Yeah, we cant leave it here can we? We should take it home, right?", he says leaving a hint of sarcasm in his voice. We drove home.  When we got home it was pretty late, so we fed the dog and ourselves pasta, and went to bed.  The next day we found out the dog had ticks, the bugs that suck your blood. Yuck! The dog didn't just have a couple, it had ALOT. So, we had to take it back. We couldn't afford to cure it. I was really sad, but I knew that if one of the ticks got on us, we could have to go to the Hospital! The next day we found 13 ticks in our Laundry room, where the dog had been. So we new our choice was correct.

Ever since this happened, about 10 days ago, we stop on our way past the dump, and feed the dogs. We found out there are two more. We give them water, and sometimes Pasta. We also named the dogs, Sicily, Italy, and Sardinia. We think they are just mutts. They are all happy in their strange home, and are healthy, apart from the ticks.