Oh, there was this bad storm when I was in 5th grade. Bus ran late, the tornado sirens were blaring so we took shelter in the cafeteria. At my mom's school, she's a teacher a dog got scared and ran to the school in the rain. The school kept Ozzie there for about a week going around the neighbourhood and seeing if the owner would show. Everybody loved him. He's a very likeable and funny dog to be around. They knew he wasn't a stray because he had his tail clipped and spaded. Nobody showed up and since my mom found him she took him home. Named him after the baseball player Ozzie Smith who happend to have a son who played on my basketball team. Small World.
