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ONE DOG´S DIARY
Week 1: Today I completed my first week. What happiness to have arrived in this world!
Month 1: My mom takes care of me very well. She is an exemplary mom.
Month 2: Today they separated me from my mom. She was very restless, and with her eyes he told me good-bye. I was not to bothered,expecting my new "a human one" would probably take care of me nearly as well.
Month 4: I have grown quickly; I receive lota of attention. There are various children in the house and for me they are like "little brothers and sisterss". We love to play rough together, they pull my tail and I bite them - not hard mind you, just puppy play bites.
Month 5: Today they scolded me. The mom was angry because I made "peepee" inside the house; but no one had told me where I should do it... I had slept in the bedroom... but now they say I cannot!
Month 12: Today I am a year old. I am an adult dog. My masters say that I grew more than they expected. I was glad to make them feel proud of me.
Month 13: Today I felt horrible. "My little brother" took my ball away. I never take his toys. So I resisted. But my jaws have become very strong, so I injured him without meaning to. After the scare, they chained me to a rail where I could not get out of the sun. They say that they are going to have me under observation and that I am ungrateful. I do not understand anything of what is happening..
Month 15: Now everything has changed... I live on the roof. I feel very alone, my family no longer wants me. At times they even forget that I am hungry and thirsty. When it rains I do not I have any place to shelter.
Month 16: Today they brought me down from the roof. At last my family have forgiven me. I was so happy I jumped and yerlped and licked them. My tail was in perpetual motion. And yes, they are going to take me for a ride and a walk in the park, like in the good old days. But we go another way and then they stop. They open the door and I happily get out believing that we would do our "walk abouts". I was surprised when they shut the door without getting out themselves. And then they drive away. “ˇHey, you forgopt me!" I run behind the car as fast as I cad. When I can not go any farther I sit down panting, and watch them disappear in ther distance: they have forgotten me.
Month 17: I have tried in vain to find the road that will take me home. I feel alone and I am lost. In my path there some kindhearted people who look at me with sadness and sometimes they give me a little food. I thank them with my look and my tail. I wanted that they adopted me and I will be loyal to them. But they only say "poor doggie", you must be lost.
Month 18: The other day I passed a school and I saw children as young as my "little brothers". I approached, and a group of them laughed and threw stones at me "their game was to see who could hit the target, which was me". One stone hit me in the eye, and since then I do not see on that side. When my family finds me they will think I am a mess.
Month 19: Life seems.. How does life seem? When I was prettier and smaller they liked me better. Now I am very thin; probably don´t look like the same dog they knew. My eye is gone and the people are not so nice to me. I eat garbage and try to find shade to sleep. Worms eat everything I eat and my skin itches all the time and has turned to scabs.
Month 20: I can barely move. Today I was trying to cross a street with many cars passing. Usually I can run between the cars, but not today. One hit me. And it rolled over me and threw me to a safe place called "gutter". I will never forget the look of relief on the driver´s face when he saw me still alive. I was sorry to be alive. I think my hip was dislocated. The pain is terrible, my rear legs do not respond and with difficulty I dragg me under a little bush by the side of the road.
Month 21: I have been in the sun for 10 days now, and the rain. I am cold. I have not eaten. I can no longer move. The pain is unbearable. I feel very badly; I have collapsed in a wet place and it seems my hair is falling out. Some people pass but they do not see me. Now one says to the other: "Be careful, don´t touch him". I am almost unconscious; but when the other speaks it somehow gives me the strength to open my eye. The sweetness of her voice makes me listen. "Poor doggie, looks like they abandoned you". Some time passes then next to her is a gentleman in a white robe. He begins to touch me, and soon he says to her, "I am sorry but this one is too far gone to save, it would be better to stop its suffering." The kind lady tearfully ascents, and leaves me with him. I am able to move my tail and I look at him, thanking him for helping me to rest, helping me get away from this terrible pain. Then I feel the prick of an injection. I miss my mother. I miss my family. Then I sleep, eternally wondering why they let me be born if nobody wanted me.
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