A day to remember

I was born out of a litter of 8 on Jan 2 2007. The place where I was born was just in a outside dog house. I was one of the little ones so I had it tougher. There were 2 bigger brothers that just pushed everyone around so we the little ones couldn't get food. I would wait till they had their fill but by that time there was hardly nothing left. But I had a nice 2 legger come over almost every day and give me treats and food. I hated it when she left I would try to follow her but she would get in a fast running metal cow and leave. So I had to go back to the smelly dog house.

I got older but didn't get very big. So even though I was not born the runt but I became the runt later. It got even more tougher since I was only half the size of everyone. I actually had to get seperated at feeding time so I could edleast get food. But the nice lady always brought extra treats.

Weeks went by and the day that I turned 8 weeks got interesting. The lady that always brought treats came and picked me up and put me in the big metal cow. I had no idea what it was but the lady told me it was a truck. I was a little scared at first but I kept gettin treats so I calmed down. After a while she stoped and let me out. She pointed to a house and said this is my new home. . .