One evening when I was getting dressed to go out for dinner with my parents, I could not find my nice new shoes. I looked under my bed, and they were not there. I looked under my dresser, and they were not there. I looked everywhere in my room and still could not find them. Finally when I was passing by Buster, he looked at me with a guilty look on his face. Then I saw them - my shoes - they were next to him.

I picked up my shoes and they felt wet and slimy. Then I knew - Buster had been chewing on them. My new shoes now had teeth marks all over, and one heel was missing. I was very upset. I yelled at him. I cried. For a few days after that, every time I walked by him, I told him he was a bad dog. But I got over it after that when I could tell that he was sorry about what he did. I forgave him.