A DOG'S DIARY


Week 1:


Today I turned a week old, What a joy to have come to this world!




Month 01:


My mom takes good care of me. It is an exemplary mother.





Month 02:


Today I separated from my mom. She was very restless, and with her ​​eyes said goodbye. Waiting for my new 'human family' look after me so well as she had done.




Month 04:

I grew up fast, all my attention. There are several children in the house for me are like 'brothers' We are very concerned, they'd pull the tail and I bite my playing.




Month 05:


Today I scolded. My mistress was annoyed because I did 'pee' in the house, but never where I was told I should. In addition to sleep in the bedroom ... And I no longer put up with!




Month 12:

Today I turned a year. I am an adult dog. My owners say I grew up more than they thought. They should feel proud of me.




Month 13:

Too bad I felt today. 'My brother' took away the ball. I never grabbed her toys. So he took it off. But my jaws have become very strong, so I hurt him unintentionally. After the scare, I was chained almost without being able to move in the sun. Say they will keep me under observation and that I am ungrateful. I do not understand what happens.




Month 15:

Nothing is the same ... I live on the roof. I feel so alone, my family no longer loves me. Sometimes they forget that I have hunger and thirst. When it rains I have no roof to shelter me.




Month 16:


Today I fell off the roof. Sure my family forgave me and I was so glad that was jumping with joy. My cock seemed reguilete. On top of that, I will carry with them for a walk. We headed toward the road and suddenly stopped. They opened the door and I got happy thinking we would do our 'picnic'. I do not understand why they closed the door and left. 'Hey, wait!' It ... forget me. I ran behind the car with all my strength to give me my anguish grew it, I had almost vanished and they did not stop: I had forgotten.




Month 17:


I have tried in vain to find the way home. I sit and I am lost. On my way there are people of good heart who sees me with sadness and gives me something to eat. I thank you with my eyes and from the bottom of my soul. I want to adopt me and be loyal to none. But just say 'poor dog', you must have lost.




Month 18:


The other day I saw a school and many children and young people as my 'brothers'. I approached, and a group of them, laughing, gave me a rain of stones' to see who had better aim. " One of those stones hurt my eye and since I do not see him.




Month 19:

It seems incredible, when it was nicer than pitied me. I'm too skinny, my appearance has changed. I lost my eye and people rather me out with a broom when I try to throw me in a little shade.




Month 20:


I can hardly move. Today while trying to cross the street where the cars pass, one knocked me down. As I was in a safe place called 'ditch', but never forget the look of satisfaction of the driver, who even provided focus cocked. I wish I had killed, but only dislocated my hip. The pain is terrible, my back legs do not respond and with difficulty I crawled into a little road side grass.




Month 21:


I have 10 days in the sun, rain, cold, without food. I can no longer move. The pain is unbearable. I feel very bad, I was in a damp and it seems that even my hair is falling. Some people go and not see me, others say, 'Stay away' I am almost unconscious, but some strange force made ​​me open my eyes. The sweetness of her voice made ​​me react. "Poor dog, looks like you have left," said ... with her ​​came a man in white coat, began to touch me and said, 'Sorry ma'am, but this dog has no choice, you better stop hurting.' The gentle lady came out with tears and nodded. As I could, I moved the tail and looked thanking help me relax. I just felt the sting of the injection and slept for ever thinking about why I had to come about if nobody loved me




The solution is to take a dog out, but to educate them. Problem does not make a good company. It helps open up consciousness so we can end the problem of stray dogs.