The Life and Death of an Untrained Dog

Then I went to live in a home with two kids andtheir mom and dad. I used to be able to come in thehouse and play. They even let me sleep in thehouse. The children would run and I would chasethem around. When I was little they would let mejump on them and even playfully bite them. Thefamily would laugh and encourage me to play likethat. They gave me lots of toys such as socks,shoes and stuffed animals. I had so much fun...Those were the days.

As I got bigger, I would accidentally knock thechildren down. I would try to bite them on the cuffof their pants as they ran. I found toys like theones my master gave me when I was younger, and Iwould chew them up. They started getting mad at meall the time. When I jumped up they would knee medown.  One minute they were laughing at me for playbiting and chewing and the next minute they wouldspank me for doing the very same thing...I was so confused.

Now I spend my days, hour after hour, chained inthe back yard. No one comes out to play with me. Iam so happy to see them when they come out that Ijump and bark with joy. I spend my days digging upthe yard around me which makes my masters mad at me.The fleas crawl all over me...  Which drives me crazy. The more I sit out here the madder I get. I cannotunderstand why they brought me home just to chainme in the yard.If my masters are unhappy with my behaviour... Why not train me?Why did they encourage me to jump and bite?

Things have not gotten any better for me. Now I sit injail. People come by my cage looking at me. I barkat them but no one wants me. Oh, no! Here comes a
lady with a leash. Where is she taking me? Shewalks me into a room. Oh, she likes me. It's sogood to be hugged again. What's this? She issticking my leg. Oh, I am so sleepy. What hashappened to me? I am asleep now...NO ONE CAN HURT MEANYMORE.