Note: This story was supposed to have come before Lucky The 1st but somehow I skipped over it and didn't realize it until now.
Chance was a black and white Mastiff puppy who entered our lives in an unforgettable manner. After taking out the trash, I felt something brush against my legs, causing me to jump. Upon looking down, I discovered a Mastiff puppy. I immediately fell in love with him, and my mother permitted me to keep him. I named him Chance, inspired by the American Bulldog from the movie Homeward Bound, despite my mother's suggestion to name him Shadow. She understood that there was no contesting with the family's most devoted dog lover. Chance was incredibly sweet; whenever he begged for our food, he would drool excessively, soaking his chest. Only two of my other dogs had ever drooled as much as he did. One day, while I was in the front yard with Chance, he began barking furiously at the side of the house. When I turned to see what was happening, I noticed a man peering at me. As the man stepped into full view, I was horrified to see him inappropriately touching himself. Being in elementary school, I was paralyzed with fear. The man took a step toward me, prompting Chance to sprint after him, chasing him down the street until he disappeared. I hugged Chance tightly and recounted the incident to my mother. I was so shaken that I could not recall the man's appearance. Approximately two months later, Chance ran away one day and never returned, leaving as mysteriously as he had arrived. To this day, I often think of him and hope he found happiness wherever he ended up.