by AustrianAce » Wed Feb 29, 2012 11:39 am
Prologue:
I was just a tiny little squirming thing when i first came into this world. I was born in a nice house, with children that adored me, played with me, tugged my ears, and let me sleep in their beds with them. I had 5 "little" brothers to watch over, and my mother to watch over all of us. I got food every day, and was always a good dog, so i got treats, too. But one day, when i was about 2 1/2 months old and ready to take walks, all of that changed. The kids and the mom were walking me and my siblings for the first time around the block. Suddenly, turning the bend comes a woman with a tiny little yappy dog. One of my brothers jumps toward the dog, wanting to play. The woman screams and picks up her precious little bundle yelling, "Get that mutt away from my precious little Fifi! He needs a muzzle! All the filthy pitbulls need to be gone!!!" She turns on her heel and storms away. The mom ordered all of the kids to pick us up and carry us home. When we get home, the 6 of us were petted and comforted by the kids. The smallest came to me and said, "It okay anna! You be good dog." But the family had a talk that night, thinking we couldn't hear. I caught some words. "They need to go... no, of course not, honey... they'll be fine... find good homes..." I drift off to sleep, but not before hearing the youngest start crying.
How is it so far? Should i continue, or should i just give up?