They took me back to their shack- or 'lodge' as they called it. They gave me furs, and showed me my room, that I'd share with my supposed 'sisters', Indigo and Kiya.
Nobody met my eyes or talked to me. I was glad. And the longer I sat with them, the more I came to realise- how could these dogs be criminals?
I had no idea who was wrong and who was right. Was Red evil? Were these dogs evil?
I was so confused.
There was another dog who I did not recognise from my journal. This is her

Her name is Rayla,and she came about 2 weeks ago, according to Lilac, who I am supposed to call 'Mum'. She shares with Aaron & Phoenix, as the other rooms are full.
So build a new room, I tell them. Why not?
It's a little more complicated then that, Lucky.
Lucky. that's the weirdest part- having a new name. Lily, Lucky. Lucky, Lily. But who am I, really. I know who I've been, but who AM I?
I go to bed early. The beds here are tatty and wooden, with no mattresses- just sleeping bags and piles of furs. I'm not tired yet, though. I search under my bed- I find a sack full of things- pens, papers, drawings, a musical instrument, a shattered friendship bracelet. I find something caught in the lining, and tip it out. A sleek, smooth, golden edge appears in my hand. I pull gently, and reveal a photo. It was taken three years ago, I see- the date reads 3.3.2009. I would have been twelve, Indy four. And then there's another dog- Cindy.
i stroke the golden frame, the glass covering the ink, and sigh. I wish I could remember.
Then, memories start coming back. Most are blurred and hazy, as if they never happened, images from a dream. But then comes one, one that isn't blurred, hazy or dream-like, but on as clear as day.
I was eight, if I remember correctly, and I was playing with my best friend. But not Cindy, or Jess- it was foxie. Yep, shy old Foxie from school. We were playing in my room, and we promised to be best friends forever.
What happened to us? I wonder, How did we drift apart? How did I forget, even when I remembered?
Then I realise the though that will haunt me my whole life.
How could I forget?