Ответ:
I met Richard in the park. About two years ago. It was a warm summer evening. I walked my dog in the park. My dog’s name is Richie. He is a small black poodle with his tail cut short. A few other dog owners walked their dogs too, but not many. I let Richie off the lead. Suddenly he started barking loudly and ran away. I followed him but he ran very fast and I lost sight of him. I started calling his name, “Richie, Richie, come here.” But he didn't come. Then a boy came out of the bushes and said, “Hi, there. Are you looking for me? My name’s Richie.” I went all red and said that Richie was my dog. The boy began laughing and me, too. Then he said, “Ok, let me help you to find your Richie.” We went around the park looking for Richie. When we finally found him, he played with a small brown dog. On that day Richie made friends, too. Richard and I have been best friends ever since.
Это был ад, но я справилась.