Dogs may not be poets or brain surgeons but we know what's what. Being free to hunt with a pack of wild dogs may sound like fun if you're young and frisky but a smart dog like me would rather be a pet any day of the week.
Dog Talk by Max: I Find A Home
I should know. My first humans were kind of careless with me and I got lost in some city up north where it was really cold. I lived on the streets for a long time eating garbage when I could find some and drinking melted snow. One night I was chased by coyotes and had to hide under a car. Luckily some human picked me up and took me to an animal shelter. I was safer and warmer but I was in a cage with really big dogs so I didn't get much to eat.
Then a nice lady came to the shelter and asked if she could take me for a walk. I made a fool of myself because I didn't know how to walk on a leash, but she liked me anyway. She gave me my first hot dog. Bliss! I didn't know anything could taste that good. That night I prayed she'd come back and take me home with her. But it wasn't that easy.
First we had to wait a long time to see if my first humans still wanted me. They said they did but, luckily, they never came to get me. Then I had to have an operation which was scary but didn't hurt much. Then the nice lady came back. That's when I learned I didn't have any tail left, but she didn't mind. She took me home with her anyway. That was my second car ride and this time I got to ride in the front seat!
First thing I did in my new home was to embarrass myself by making a puddle in the middle of the kitchen floor. I got put in the backyard but no one hit or kicked me. After that I spent a lot of time in the backyard, especially right after meals and after waking up from a nap. I also learned to walk with a leash. I got a new collar and some toys and a new name, Max. This was the start of my new life.