Day 3
Not much happened today... I feel horrible for falling asleep yesterday. I'm so stupid!
As much as I would like to blame sleep, I blame myself...
I just lay in the corner of my cage saving up my energy incase somebody passes by.
I realized something today: I'm in a war. Not a physical war. Not a war that you would realize the second you walked in, but a war with all the dogs in the pound. A war that when you are triumphant you get an owner and you get to live. A war where you fight by making your cutest puppy dog eyes or doing a cute trick.
At about noon the blue eyed boy put another dog in our cage. This dog was (not shockingly) a mixed-breed. His fur was curly and his stance was confident. He had brown worn out fur and brown eyes. He wagged his tail. He was young but big. Almost bigger then me.
The fact that he was wagging his tail alone was enough to know that he had no idea what he was getting into, a war.
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AdventureThere is more to a dog then meets the eye. Because every dog has a story. The same way you have a story. So never look at a dog and think that their life has been, being born and then adopted because most likely there is so much more to it... Chocol...
