It's a Dog's Life

Hello Friends! My name is Ollie and today I am going to tell you a story about me and my life....

It starts when I was 42 days old. One fine morning, as usual I was playing with my brothers and sisters when the owner of my kennel approached us. He picked me up and handed me over to a man and woman standing there, even before I could understand what was happening.

I was carefully put inside a car and the car started moving away. Away from my mother, my siblings and the place that all these days I knew was my home.... Somewhere I knew I would never be able to see them again.

My new home had new people, new smells and everything that was new to me. For a few days, I was extremely sad and scared. But slowly I got used to my new owners. They were very good to me. They used to give me good food, take me for walks, take me on drives and also play with me. I was very happy with them and I loved them with all my heart.

However, this happiness did not last for long. I got to know they are going to bring home a little baby of their own. I was very excited to see the new baby. The little baby was born and I started loving him as well. My parents became very busy with the new baby and that is when they thought I am becoming a burden to them and a trouble.

At last, the thing I was worrying came to reality. One day, Dad took me on a long drive, first I was happy, but when Dad dropped me on a vacant land and left alone in the car, that is when I realized that they have just left me. They are never going to take me back.

Wandering all alone in the busy city was terrifying for me and I didn’t know what to do. I would sit in a place and think – “ What did I do wrong?”

Days passed by, I went along without food, sometimes without water. At times I was tortured by the local dogs and kids who would catch me to write something on me, or throw stones at me and some would just kick me aside while passing by.

One day, I saw a boy staring at me. I kept on ignoring him because I thought that he might be thinking of some way to torture me. However, the boy suddenly came towards me and picked me up and started walking. The next thing I knew is that I am under complete love and care and affection. I knew it was the right home for me, and all thanks to Robin (That was the boy’s name).

And I lived happily ever after...

But few of my friends are still roaming around in the streets even today. Please help them find their home