i thought that I would share a storie with you. I wrote it. I am not finished so i will only post the first chapter now. Then tomerow (or later tonight ) i will post the next chapter. So... here is the first chapter:



I'm not sure how to start telling you about my first year. First years are supposed to be when you get adjusted to your home and family. But it took me three years.
My first year was when I was being trained. It wasn't fun. First, they hit and punched me. They called me names and shoved me into walls. Might I add that when this 'training' first started, I was only 3 weeks old. My mother was put into a cage to watch me be hurt by big hands. Anyways, after being shoved and hit for a day, it was over. I didn't and never will take crap from humans. I turned and clamped onto his hand. Ooooooo! Was he mad! Then I relized that that wasn't very smart of me. He picked me up and threw me back onto the ground. I lost my breath and couldn't yelp. Mama barked and tried to get out but the trainer, Cory, kicked her cage which loosened the door.



MORE COMEING SOON................
What do you think so far?