They seemed to think it was fun to tie tin cans on my tail and chase me so they made the most awful noise and scared me so much. The collar they used hurt so badly too – I heard them say it was called barbed wire – whatever that is. However when I was about 16 weeks old and I had my head stuck in a plastic bag, trying to get at the crumbs at the bottom as I was so hungry, I found myself in the middle of the road with cars screaming by me. I was stuck. I couldn’t see and I could feel the rush of wind knock me over as the cars drove by. But suddenly I was air-lifted and strong arms embraced me – I was so scared. I heard a voice say: ‘Well hello there, what bag of bones have we just found here, you silly puppy’. There was a different tone to that voice – it didn’t sound angry or about to hurt me – it was different. I was still scared.

But that’s where my adventure changed…I had a whirlwind few days being plunged into water and standing on a metal table while a human in a white coat cut out the biting collar from my neck and put on some smelly goo. They said I was supposed to have hair all over my body– I thought that would look weird as I was only ever used to seeing my skin and the scabs.  Then everything calmed down and I had food and a bed and the friendliest, funniest human who seemed to think life was a big laugh as opposed to the terrifying world I knew. I still don’t like my tail or ears being touched, but life is amazing. I hike, I run, I play, I have other doggy friends. I have a full tummy and I have the most wonderful human friend who is my entire world. I know I am home and I know I am safe. I just hope my brothers and sisters got lucky too…I do wonder….do you know where they are maybe? Here’s me now!