Liza, Dear Liza, Mexico- by Abbey Cohen

Liza

I eat the fish that I find on the beach. Someone comes by and looks at me--I decide I like them. So I follow them. The tall figure, the dark-haired lady, and the little girl look back and don't expect me to be there. They keep on walking to their house on the beach. They open the door, but don't let me in. They all go inside, except for the little girl. She stays and comforts me as we sit in the fog. A few hours later, the door opens and the tall figure calls, "We are going to town!"

The tall figure, the dark-haired lady, and the little girl hop into the golf cart. "Wait," I think, as the engine goes on. I run after them until the cart stops, and then I hop on. I hop in the front of cart. I mean, a dog needs to be in a comfortable seat.

A few days later, the family leaves. Sometimes I think about them when my puppies are sleeping and hope that they will come back soon.



Dear Liza,

I miss you so much. Sometimes I think about you and remember how much fun we had. It was like being in another world. How are your puppies? I remember you eating your fish like a bear. And I remember you chasing the crab that looked like Sponge Bob. I also remember you fighting that dog, towering over it like a dinosaur trying to protect us. I wish I could fly to you like an eagle. I miss you!

Your friend,
The Little Girl



Mexico
When I was seven, I went to Mexico. We were only there for a week but it felt like a month. I went swimming everyday and I went to town everyday. The town was so small that instead of cars, they used golf carts. The roads weren't even paved--they were sand! Our house was right on the beach.
The second day of our trip, we met a dog that lived on raw fish she found on the beach. Her name was Liza. She was a black lab and was the color of chocolate. She slept on our porch and followed us everywhere we went. She made herself at home in our golf cart. Once it was raining and we had to go pick up my mom and uncle. She wouldn't get out of the front seat, so she made my mom and uncle sit in the back. It was funny because we tried pushing her and she wouldn't move.
I got to drive the golf cart and I got to be a pretty good driver, but sometimes I got a little crazy. Once I was driving and I couldn't reach the brake so my dad had to reach down and do it for me. My dad and I laughed.
It was really hard to leave Liza. I still miss her. She really became a part of our family. I tried to convince my dad to let me keep her, but he said, “No!" I liked Liza just as much as I like my dog. It took forever to get to Mexico and back, but it was definitely worth it.