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bruno's story!

when my mom first found me, i was really hurting. my legs were all cut and infected. it was hard for me to stand. i was so tired and sick! she stopped and stared at me as i was lying on the side of the road...i wasn't sure what she was going to do, so i just laid my head back down. she talked to me for a little while, and waved her arms at cars driving by, but no one stopped. she told me she'd come back for me, and took off running! i wasn't sure that she'd come back, but i was too ill to go anywhere.

but she did come back! she put a clean towel over me because she saw me shivering, and gave me some water. i was really thirsty! then a police officer came by and talked to my mom for a long time. they seemed like they were waiting for something. i tried to show them that i could stand up, but it took me about a half hour and then i was so tired i had to lie back down. then another guy came by with a big truck. he put this awful thing around my neck and pulled me up. i didn't like it, but i didn't fight. he put me in the big truck. i heard my mom talking anxiously to the man. he gave her a card with my information and told her where i was going to be taken.

when i got to the vet hospital, they were really nice to me! i knew they were trying to make me feel better, so i let them do what they needed to do. they named me bruno, and told me what a good, sweet boy i was! they gave me lots of medicine through an IV. they told me i was really really sick, and i might die. but i was feeling better already! they were taking care of me and i loved them! the very next day, i was sleeping in my crate with an icky E-collar on so i wouldn't lick my legs, and i heard my mom's voice! she'd come to visit me! the really special vet tech brought me out and took off my e-collar. it was hard to walk, but i hobbled over to my mom and leaned on her. she talked sweet to me and i gave her a little kiss. she promised to come back and visit all the time.

after a few scares and over the course of about 3 months, i felt better and finally went to live with my new mom. i don't like to think about what my life was like before living with her, but the vet says that people cut me up and used me for dog fights. i don't want to talk about it...i just love my life now.
my mom lets me sleep on the bed and gives me lots of kisses and stuff. she takes care of me and introduces me to really nice people. i have a dog friends now who like to play rough with me and then cuddle when we get tired. my mom takes me places with her and i can tell she trusts me to be good, so i don't ever want to disappoint her.