I was then taken to the doctor. She looked nice at first, eyes gleaming and her hands behind her back. Still I shivered. The door slammed behind me. 'scared?' she asked. "Yes." I replied truthfully. She injected me with something and I grew limp. Then she strapped me to a table and whispered in my ear 'we'll have to fix that won't we?'
I woke up howling in pain. I heard people complaining about the noise and I ran off before anyone saw me. I had lived on the streets since before the operation. Don't ask, I won't tell. Since the operation i had gotten adopted for a week. I was only a puppy. I was a present for a toddler but apparently I wasn't good enough so they threw me into a bag and tried to drown me. Luckily I had sharp teeth so I chewed my way out and swam to shore. Now I was living on the streets even though I was a million times more expensive than these other mutts. After all I was a rare hybrid but that's life for ya. I had nobody so I began killing the problem. In this case it was criminals. I would usually dip my left paw in their blood and put a paw print on the wall. Gangs began to fear me. And then the world chose to shit on my dreams.
