I was 5 years old and I lived in the country in Wichita. We had a dog her name was
Chewy. She was a blonde pit bull. She had a fun personality. She liked to climb trees.

She liked to swim. Also, she was very protective. She would bark at people who she had never seen before. One day my uncle let her outside. She went down to the river to go swimming.

Someone came to the river and saw her. Chewy got out of the river when she saw him and started to bark and wag her tail. A couple of minutes later my uncle heard a loud BANG. He went to see what it was and he saw her laying on the ground. The guy was gone and she had a hole in her head.

My uncle and my dad put her behind an old mattress. When I went inside and asked what was wrong and why