One day, we took our dogs for a walk down our street. We stopped to talk to our neighbors, and almost instantly, the neighbor’s little girl was on the ground crying, and our dog was growling. We have no idea what happened, but we know that Gunston attacked the girl, Rebecca. They rushed her to the hospital, and the dad was really mad, but he got mad easily. He sued us or something and we couldn’t keep Gunston without a dangerous dog license or whatever. He couldn’t stay in the county, so we had to give him away. It was one of the saddest days of my life. He went to an animal sanctuary in Pennsylvania. We visited him a couple of times, and he started to growl at us like he didn’t know us. My mom began to him, and then he started to wag his tail. When it was time to leave, he followed us to the car and put his paws up on the side of the door and wagged his tail. He wanted to go home with us, but we weren’t allowed to take him. I still really miss him, and I’ve had dreams that he’s come home and that we could keep him. I wish that day had never happened.
