Please listen. I want to tell you my story.
I was taken away from my mother when I was a bit too young to manage on my own and given as a present to a woman. Everything went very well for the first few sun-ups and I was good boy and went out in the garden to do my business.
Then they both went out. I was all alone in a strange place. I wanted a poo but there was nobody to open the door for me. I held it in til my tummy nearly burst then I did “shameful thing” on the carpet. They came home and I went low on tummy to show how sorry and ashamed I was but they shouted and slapped me. They didn’t take me out for walks. They threw me in the garden in the cold. I was lonely and cried to be let in.
The next day and the ones after were the same. Nobody took me walk before they went out. The people were away all day and I couldn’t help but be “dirty boy”. After that they chained me up in the garden when they went out. I watched other dogs going for walks with their people and I cried. I sang that I was cold, lonely and wanted my mother. A man with a hat came and he was nice to me. He was a proper doggy person. The people got a telling off cos I was “making a disturbance”. I went low and said sorry but the man with the hat picked me up for a cuddle and said “Not his fault. ”
I was very happy when the man with the hat came back, after a few times of “home all day” when they did take me walks. He was cross. If they had been puppies he would have shouted and slapped them but he didn’t. He picked me up and put me in a box to go to another place where there were lots of dogs, mostly my age. They all had the same story. Sometimes new people came to pick a dog and they smelled like “good doggy people”.
I was very sad. I got angry and began biting. Christmas Collie Pup.
A pet is for life, not for a celebration.