I screamed at the foamy mouthed dog running towards me, and began to run. I ran as fast as I could to my house, then rang the doorbell repeatedly.
“MOM!! MOOOOOM!!! OPEN THE DOOR!!” I yelled. The door swung open, and I ran into the house.
“Honey? Whats wrong?” she asked me, not just because its her duty to care about me but because she was genuinly worried.
“The…the dogs…” I slammed the door shut, and looked out the window. They were scratching and barking at the door. My mom looked out the window.
“I dont see any dogs…” she murmured thoughtfully.
“Theyre right there!! Right outside the door!!” Her face was confused, then relieved, then worried. She looked at me with the worried expression plastered on her face.
“Honey, those are squirrels.”