One month:
My Mom takes good care of me. She´s terrific.

Four months:
I´ve grown up very fast - everything grabs my attention: there´s lots of kids in the house that to me are my little brothers. We´re very playful. They pull on my tail, and I play-bite them.

Six months:
Today I was scolded. My owner got angry because I peed in the house, but they´ve never shown me where I should do it. Also, I sleep in the bedroom. I couldn´t hold it in any longer!

Eight months:
Even though they won´t let me in the bedrooms, I am a very happy dog. I have the warmth of a home, and I feel so safe and protected. I think my human family loves and babies me a lot. I stay on the patio, and I scrape around for my food like my wolf ancestors when they hide my food. They never say anything to me or teach me what´s right; everything I do should be all right.

Twelve months:
Today I turned one year old. I am an adult dog now. My owners say I grew a lot more than they had expected. How proud they must be of me!

Thirteen months:
I felt so terrible today! My little brother took my ball away from me. I never take his toys, so I tried to take it back, but my jaws have become very strong, and I hurt him without meaning to. Afterwards, they chained me up so that I could barely move. They say they´re going to have to watch me very closely because I am a dangerous and ungrateful animal. I don´t understand anything of what´s happening.

Fifteen months:
Nothing is the same anymore... I live on the roof. I feel very alone. My family doesn´t love me anymore. Sometimes they forget that I get hungry and thirsty up here. When it rains, I don´t even have antyhing to shelter me.

Sixteen months:
Today they took me down from the roof; surely my family has forgiven me. I got so very happy and was jumping around for joy. My tail was wagging so fast. What´s more is that they´re going to take me on a walk. We went straight for the highway when suddenly they stopped. They opened the door and I got out, happily thinking that we would have our family picnic day like before. But nobody got out with me. I couldn´t understand it when they closed the door and drove away. LISTEN! WAIT!... I barked... THEY FORGOT ABOUT ME. I ran behind the car with all the strength I had. My sorrow rose up in me as I realized that I was almost about to faint and that they were not going to stop. THEY HAD ABANDONED ME!

Seventeen months:
I have tried in vain to find the way back to my house. I feel very bad, very sad, and am lost. On the way, I find good-hearted people that look at me with sympathy and give me something to eat. I thank them with my eyes from the bottom of my soul. I would like that they pick me up and adopt me, and I would be loyal and loving like never before. But they just say "poor puppy" and walk away.

Eighteen months:
The other day, I passed by a school and saw a lot of young kids like my little brothers. I went up to a group of them. Laughing, they threw a shower of rocks at me to see who had the best aim. One of the rocks hit me in the eye and since then, I can´t see out of it... it hurts a lot.

Nineteen months:
It feels like just a fantasy when I think about how healthy I was and that everyone cared about me. Now I´m very skinny - my apearance has completely changed. I lost my eye and the people hit me with brooms when I try to lay down in some shade.

Twenty Months:
I can barely move. Today, while trying to cross the street where there´s a lot of cars, one ran over me. I thought I was in a safe place called a roadside ditch, but I´ll never forget the look of satisfaction on the face of the driver when he swerved the car as far possible to the side to "tire-track" me. I wish it would have killed me, but it only dislocated my hip. The pain is terrible, my back paws don´t respond when I try to move them, and it was with difficulty that I crawled to a little patch of grass on the side of the road.

I´ve been here 10 days under the sun, the rain and the cold without eating. I am no longer able to move. The pain is unbearable. I feel very bad; I ended up in a damp place, and my hair is falling out. Some people pass by, but they can´t even see me. The ones that do see me say "get away, don´t come near me." Now I´m practically unconscious, but some strange force made me open my eyes. The sweetness of her voice made me react...

"Poor doggie, look at how they´ve left you," she said. With her came a man in a white uniform. He started to touch me and said, "I´m sorry Miss, there is nothing we can do for this dog. It´s better that he no longer suffer."

Tears began to stream down the face of the kind-hearted woman and she agreed. As best as I could, I moved my tail and looked at her, thanking her for helping me to rest. I only felt the small sting of the needle, and I fell asleep wondering..........WHY WAS I BORN IF NOBODY WANTED ME?