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LIFE & DEATH OF AN UNTRAINED DOG _______________________
I woke up one morning with my littermates. I saw
Mom lying there, so I went over to get some breakfast.
When I was little they would let me jump on them and even playfully bite them. The family would laugh and encourage me to play like that. They gave me lots of toys such as socks, shoes and stuffed animals. I had so much fun. Those were the days.
I found toys like the ones my master gave me when I was younger, and I would chew them up.
They started getting mad at me all the time. When I jumped up they would knee me down. One minute they were laughing at me for play biting and chewing. The next minute they would spank me for doing the very same thing. I was so confused.
I am so happy to see them when they come out that I jump and bark with joy.
I spend my days digging up the yard around me
which makes my masters mad at me.
I cannot understand why they brought me home just
to chain me in the yard.
I bark at them but no one wants me. Oh, no! Here comes a lady with a leash. Where is she taking me? She walks me into a room. Oh, she likes me. It's so good to be hugged again.
What's this she is sticking my leg? Oh, I am so sleepy. What has happened to me? I am asleep now.
NO ONE CAN HURT ME ANYMORE. |
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