Answer: I’m not going to write it all for you, because that defeats the purpose of creative writing, but I can help:
…a large scraggly dog jumped out at me from behind a nearby bush. I stood, stunned for a moment, as the dog stared at me with eyes that almost seemed judging. I was suddenly conscious of the stain on my sweater.
The dog began to approach me slowly. I continued to stand, motionless, as it sniffed my hands, scrutinizing me, until it started tugging on my sweater sleeve, gesturing me to follow it.
The dog bounded away in the direction it came from, and I was struggling to keep up with its pace. I was surprised at the distance the mutt traveled, and when we traveled through a public park, I wondered why the dog didn’t pick someone closer. The whole situation was fishy, and my curiosity festered.
After several minutes, the dog stopped in front of an entrance to some sort of den or cave, and it was a tight fit, but I managed to make it through, and what I saw was unbelievable.