Bob wanted to be part
of the gang. But he wasn’t street smart enough for them and they soon left him
behind. Now alone and hungry, he walked the often scary streets. Nearing a
bridge he settled for the night. The concrete was hard and cold but he curled
up and tried to disappear. Not drawing attention to him was important because
he could get hassled and even hurt. Bob thought his family would have put up
posters, pleading for his return. Bob cried from loneliness. He longed to go
home; a lost dog might never again be found.