Yesterday, I was walking down the street when I saw a huge dog wandering alone. Suddenly, it bolted toward me at full speed. I panicked and jumped behind a mailbox, watching it race past. As it disappeared, I noticed its collar lying on the ground. I called the number on the tag, and the owner said, "Oh, that's Max. He’s always running. Let him go—he’s chasing the wind." I left the collar there and smiled, realizing Max wasn’t lost—he was free.
