Week 1:
It's been a week since I was born. What happiness to have arrived in this world!
Month 01:
My mom takes care of me very well. She is an exemplary mother.
Month 02:
Today I was separated from mom. She was very worried and said goodbye to me. Hoping that my new "human family" will take care of me as well as it did.
Month 04:
I grew up fast, everything attracts me and interests me. There are several children at home, they are for me like "little brothers". We are very polite, they pull my tail, and I bite them to play.
Month 05:
Today, they contested me. My mistress scolded me because I pee inside the house, but they never told me where to do it. In addition, I sleep in the reserve... and I did not complain!
Month 12:
Today I had a year. I am an adult dog. My teachers say that I grew up more than they thought. What must they be proud of me!
Month 13:
Today, I felt very badly. My "little brother" took my ball. I never take his toys. So I took it back. But my jaws became strong and I hurt him unintentionally. After the fear, they chained me, I can hardly see the sun anymore. They say they will watch me, that I am ungrateful. I do not understand anything that is happening.
Month 15:
Nothing is the same ... I live on the balcony. I feel very lonely, my family does not love me anymore. They sometimes forget I am hungry and thirsty. When it rains, I do not have a roof to shelter.
Month 16:
Today they took me down from the balcony. I was sure my family had forgiven me and I was so glad I was jumping for joy. My tail was moving in all directions. In addition, they take me with them for a walk. We took the direction of the road and suddenly, they stopped. They opened the door and I came down happy, thinking we were going to spend the day in the country. I do not understand why they closed the door and left. "Listen, wait!" You ... you forget me. I ran behind the car with all my might. My anguish grew when I realized that I was going to faint and that they did not stop: they had forgotten me.
Month 17:
I tried in vain to find my way back home. I feel and I am lost. On my way, there are people of heart who look at me with sadness and give me a little food. I thank them from the look and from the heart. I would like them to adopt me and I would be loyal to them as nobody. But they just say "poor little dog", he must have lost himself.
Month 18:
The other day, I went past a school and I saw many children and young people as my "little brothers". I approached and a group, laughing, threw me a shower of stones to "see who was aiming best". One of the stones ruined my eye and since then I do not see it anymore.
Month 19:
You will not believe it, but people had more pity on me when I was prettier. Now I am very skinny, my appearance has changed. I lost my eye and people make me leave with brooms when I try to lie down in a little shade.
Month 20:
I can hardly move. Today, trying to cross the street where cars drive, I got knocked over. I thought I was in a safe place called a ditch, but I will never forget the driver's satisfaction that even made a gap to try to crush me. If only he had killed me! But he broke my hip. The pain is terrible, my hind legs do not react anymore and I hardly went to a little grass at the edge of the road.
Month 21:
It's been 10 days that I spend under the sun, the rain, without eating. I can not move. The pain is unbearable. I feel very bad, I'm in a damp place and it looks like my hair is falling. People pass, they do not even see me, others say "do not approach you". I'm almost unconscious, but a strange force made me open my eyes ... the softness of his voice made me react. She said "Poor little dog, in what state they left you" ... with her there was a gentleman in a white coat, he touched me and said "I'm sorry madam, but this dog can no longer be neat, it is better to stop suffering. " The nice lady started crying and approved.
As I could, I moved my tail and looked at her, thanking her for helping me finally find rest. I only felt the sting of the syringe and I fell asleep forever wondering why I was born if nobody wanted me.
The solution is not to throw a dog on the street, but to educate him. Do not turn a loyal company into a problem. Helps to raise awareness and put an end to the problem of abandoned dogs.
It's been a week since I was born. What happiness to have arrived in this world!
Month 01:
My mom takes care of me very well. She is an exemplary mother.
Month 02:
Today I was separated from mom. She was very worried and said goodbye to me. Hoping that my new "human family" will take care of me as well as it did.
Month 04:
I grew up fast, everything attracts me and interests me. There are several children at home, they are for me like "little brothers". We are very polite, they pull my tail, and I bite them to play.
Month 05:
Today, they contested me. My mistress scolded me because I pee inside the house, but they never told me where to do it. In addition, I sleep in the reserve... and I did not complain!
Month 12:
Today I had a year. I am an adult dog. My teachers say that I grew up more than they thought. What must they be proud of me!
Month 13:
Today, I felt very badly. My "little brother" took my ball. I never take his toys. So I took it back. But my jaws became strong and I hurt him unintentionally. After the fear, they chained me, I can hardly see the sun anymore. They say they will watch me, that I am ungrateful. I do not understand anything that is happening.
Month 15:
Nothing is the same ... I live on the balcony. I feel very lonely, my family does not love me anymore. They sometimes forget I am hungry and thirsty. When it rains, I do not have a roof to shelter.
Month 16:
Today they took me down from the balcony. I was sure my family had forgiven me and I was so glad I was jumping for joy. My tail was moving in all directions. In addition, they take me with them for a walk. We took the direction of the road and suddenly, they stopped. They opened the door and I came down happy, thinking we were going to spend the day in the country. I do not understand why they closed the door and left. "Listen, wait!" You ... you forget me. I ran behind the car with all my might. My anguish grew when I realized that I was going to faint and that they did not stop: they had forgotten me.
Month 17:
I tried in vain to find my way back home. I feel and I am lost. On my way, there are people of heart who look at me with sadness and give me a little food. I thank them from the look and from the heart. I would like them to adopt me and I would be loyal to them as nobody. But they just say "poor little dog", he must have lost himself.
Month 18:
The other day, I went past a school and I saw many children and young people as my "little brothers". I approached and a group, laughing, threw me a shower of stones to "see who was aiming best". One of the stones ruined my eye and since then I do not see it anymore.
Month 19:
You will not believe it, but people had more pity on me when I was prettier. Now I am very skinny, my appearance has changed. I lost my eye and people make me leave with brooms when I try to lie down in a little shade.
Month 20:
I can hardly move. Today, trying to cross the street where cars drive, I got knocked over. I thought I was in a safe place called a ditch, but I will never forget the driver's satisfaction that even made a gap to try to crush me. If only he had killed me! But he broke my hip. The pain is terrible, my hind legs do not react anymore and I hardly went to a little grass at the edge of the road.
Month 21:
It's been 10 days that I spend under the sun, the rain, without eating. I can not move. The pain is unbearable. I feel very bad, I'm in a damp place and it looks like my hair is falling. People pass, they do not even see me, others say "do not approach you". I'm almost unconscious, but a strange force made me open my eyes ... the softness of his voice made me react. She said "Poor little dog, in what state they left you" ... with her there was a gentleman in a white coat, he touched me and said "I'm sorry madam, but this dog can no longer be neat, it is better to stop suffering. " The nice lady started crying and approved.
As I could, I moved my tail and looked at her, thanking her for helping me finally find rest. I only felt the sting of the syringe and I fell asleep forever wondering why I was born if nobody wanted me.
The solution is not to throw a dog on the street, but to educate him. Do not turn a loyal company into a problem. Helps to raise awareness and put an end to the problem of abandoned dogs.
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