NOT become a problem the constant companion! TRAINS YOUR DOG!
THE DIARY OF A DOG
Week 1:
Oggi, è una settimana che sono nato; che gioia essere arrivato in questo mondo!
Mese 01:
Mia mamma mi accudisce molto bene. E' una mamma esemplare.
Mese 02:
Oggi, sono stato separato dalla mamma. Era molto inquieta e mi ha detto addio con lo sguardo. Speriamo che la mia nuova "famiglia umana" si occupi così bene di me, come l'ha fatto lei.
Mese 04:
Sono cresciuto in fretta, tutto mi attrae e m'interessa. Ci sono parecchi bambini at home, are for me, the "little brothers". We're rascals, I pull his tail and bite them to play.
Month 05:
Today, I got told off. My mistress has taken over me because I did "pee" inside the house, but I had never been told where I had to do it. Also, I sleep in the "reserve "...... and do not protest!
Month 12:
Today I took a year. I am an almost adult dog. My bosses say that I grew up more than they imagined. Ah, how they should be proud of me!
Month 13:
Today I felt very bad. My "little brother" I took my ball. I never take his toys. So, I wanted to take me. But my jaws have become too strong and I unintentionally hurt. After the fear, they chained me, I can not hardly see the sun. They say they are watching me, who are ungrateful. I do not understand anything about what's going on.
Month 15:
Everything is different ....... I live on the balcony. I feel very alone, my family does not love me anymore. Sometimes I forget that hunger and thirst. When it rains, I do not have a roof to shelter.
Month 16:
Today I was sent down from the balcony. I was sure that my family had forgiven me, I was so happy that I jumped for joy. My tail was moving in all directions. Besides, I have brought with them for a walk. We took the direction of the highway and suddenly stopped. They opened the car door and I got all happy, thinking we were going to spend the day together. I did not understand why they closed the door and they left. "Hey, wait! I was forgetting !...... I started running behind the car with all my strength. My anxiety increased when I realized that I was about to pass out e. ....... did not stop: I had forgotten.
Month 17:
I tried in vain to find his way home to "my". I feel and I'm lost. On my way, I kind-hearted people who look at me sadly and give me a bit to eat. I thank them with our eyes and from the bottom of my heart. I would like to adopt me, I would be loyal and faithful as anyone in the world. But they say only "poor little dog", you will be missed !!!!!!!
Month 18:
few days ago, I passed a school and saw many children and young people like my "little brothers". I approached a group and, laughing, threw me a shower of stones to "see who had the best aim." One of the stones I ruined one eye and from that day I can not see that side.
Month 19:
not believe it, but people had more compassion for me when I was beautiful. Now I am thin, my appearance has changed. I lost an eye and people makes me run away with a broom when I try to find a small shelter in the shade.
Month 20:
I'm not moving nearly more. Today, trying to cross the road where the cars are moving, I took below. I thought I was safe in that place called the pit, but never forget the sight that met the driver has even thrown to the side to crush me. At least I had killed him. But he only broke his hip. The Dollor is terrible, my hind legs and do not react as I hoisted with great difficulty, to a bit of grass by the roadside.
Month 21:
I'm 10 days in the sun, rain, without food. I can not move. The pain is unbearable. I feel very bad, it is un luogo umido e direi che il mio pelo sta cadendo. La gente passa, nemmeno mi vedono, altri dicono "non ti avvicinare". Sono quasi incosciente, ma una forza strana mi fa aprire gli occhi.......la dolcezza della sua voce mi ha fatto reagire. Lei diceva "povero piccolo cane, in che stato ti hanno ridotto".......con lei c'era un signore con una veste bianca, mi ha toccato e ha detto "mi dispiace, cara signora, ma questo cane è incurabile, è meglio mettere fine alle sue sofferenze". La signora gentile si è messa a piangere ma ha approvato.
Non so come, ma ho mosso la coda e l'ho guardato, ringraziandolo per aiutarmi a trovare finalmente riposo. Ho sentito solo la puntura della siringa e mi sono addormentato per sempre chiedendomi perchè fossi nato se nessuno mi voleva.
LA SOLUZIONE NON E' BUTTARE UN CANE SULLA STRADA MA EDUCARLO!!!
NON TRASFORMARE IN UN PROBLEMA UNA COMPAGNIA FEDELE!!!
