My master was always mean to me. I never had enough to eat at all, the only food i had was the garbage can( or what was left in it.) I wished i could run away, but if i did, my so called master would walk slowly to his truck (i'd be around the corner at this time) then drive to where i was. He would drive slowly too. It's weird how i run as fast as i cn, which is probably faster than the rate he is driving but, he still gets me.
* Continued by another write/reader*
Originally made by Kaelyn
This is from a dog's point of view.
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