***UPDATE***

The next day I woke up, still somewhat wet, and very muddy. The boy, whom I recently found out is named Jason, came out and took me for a walk. I was so happy to finally get off that stupid post in the back yard. Unfortunately, the walk wasn't as nice as I had planned.
He took me over to his friends house and they had a dog there, too! I was so excited to have someone to play with. Their dog was big, and Jason's friend told me his name was Tipper. I wandered over by Tipper and got into play position.
"C'mon Tipper, will ya play with me?" I asked him kindly.
"NO!" He barked at me, scaring me. I cowered on the floor again, and wandered over to Jason, who was sitting on the floor with Kevin, his friend. They were playing this game, so I crawled up on his lap.
"Ari, go on." He said pushing me off his lap. I tumbled onto the floor and looked at him with my puppy dog eyes. I barked at him to show him my anger.
"ARI! QUIET!" he yelled at me, so I retreated over to the corner. I layed down on the pillow that must have been Tipper's, because as soon as he saw me lay down, he got up and came over to me, bearing his teeth.
"I-I-I'm sorry..." I said as I tried to tiptoe around him to get out of his way. He snarled at me and bit me. I yelped in pain, and Jason turned around.
"They're just playin' Kev, their okay." he said. The truth was, I wasn't okay. I limped over to the door and sat down, looking at my leg. I saw some blood. He must have bit me hard enough to cut me open. I tried to lay down, but I felt a sharp pain in my leg. I cried and cried, and finally Jason came over. My spirit lifted, but as soon as it rised, it came back down. All he did was put me on my lease and drop me out the door. He tied me to the door post and went back in.
I sat there and wondered what would become of me. Here I am, 3 months old, tied to a post, bleeding. I tugged and tugged on my leash that was tied around the post and to my surprise, it came loose. I slowly started down the driveway towards the neighbors house. When we were walking to Kevin's I noticed a girl probably 16 years old with her puppy. I hoped she would help. I saw her sitting on the step by her house and I let out a cry. She had to know something was wrong, I mean, I was covered in mud and I was bleeding.
Sure enough, she ran over to me, and picked me up carefully. I whimpered, because my leg still hurt. She kissed me on the forehead, just like my mother had.
"What happened to you?" She asked me, carrying me into her house.
"Mom, we need to take this puppy to a doctor. He's bleeding." she said, looking over to her mother. Her mom came over, and carefully stroked my head. In all my days at Jason's, I had never felt so happy. I readjusted myself in the girls arms and layed my head on her shoulder.
We got into her car and we drove about 15 minutes to this new place I had never been to before. We walked in and I immediately knew this was somewhere I didn't want to be. I cried and tried to get loose, but the Amanda held me tight.
"It's okay sweetie... It's okay." she said petting me. I knew she had to be right. She wouldn't hurt me.
Soon we were ushered into a room with a big shiney table. Amanda set me down on the table and stooped to my height.
"It's okay. She's gonna help you, okay?" she said, then she stood up again, and walked towards the door. I cried and wanted her to come back.
"Ma'am? I think it would be best if you stayed. The pup will remain calm if you are here." The white coated lady said to Amanda.
"Can I mom?" she asked.
"Go ahead. I will wait in the lobby, okay?" she said, petting me on the head quick before she left the room.