TRUE DOGGIE STORIES

All the stories here are true and may be sad, violent or funny or even a mixture of all three, most of all we hope that they give the reader a sense of enjoyment or a feeling that they need to do something more to help.

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ZAIN,MY STORY.

My name is Zain and when i was born my human mum and dad let me be adopted by a young family in Liecester, they only charged £100.00 for me, hey mum am i not worth more than that, but i found out that the young girl had saved all her pocket money up to buy me.

I said my goodbyes and traveled to my new home, it was good at first, good food, lots ofwalks and loads of cuddles. It wore off quite quickly and i was left alone all the time, the next thing i knew two strangers were handing money over(£250.). WOW| whats happening.

I sat on the ladies knee thinking i know her, then yes yes im going home to where i was born. My mum and dad they have bought me back.

I had a great home coming, no one would put me down, and then friends came from devon for the weekend and i was with them on thier knee all the time, HEY| No mum i dont want to go with her, i love you but this big person carried me to her car and i was off again.  I dont believe it they dont want me again, i sulked all the way to this ladies home.  Atleast they didnt give money for me.

She liked me at first but somehow she broke my leg, Oh it hurts so bad, HELP me please it hurts terrible.  The vet put me to sleep and i couldnt walk, i hear someone say that its been pinned and plated, all i knew was that it still hurt bad.  She never spoke to me just fed me and i felt so down, then she kicked me, Yes thats what she had done to me the first time.  She put me in a cage with two cats and just left me, my leg never did heal and then one morning a stranger pulled me fron the cage and took me in her car.

Wow what a long journey, and then i was given to yet another lady and left. it was ok but i just wanted my mum and dad back.

But hang on someone has left the door open, wait for it, i carnt see or hear anything, yes oh yes, run for it boy and i did.  I ran for my life. If that is, you call doing a three legged race , running for your life. I ran and ran untill i couldnt run anymore.  As i lay there i said Im Free or so i thought.  The dog warden grabbed me, im doomed i thought, Dog Home for you boy, then either another home or the needle.

Hey, but to be honest Mancester Dogs Home was great, what i saw of it anyway, within two hours my mum and dad were there to pick me up and take me home. I remember the needle in my neck was for something, but little did i know that it was to take me home.  Thanks for the Microchip. It did save my life.

I had been home two weeks and although i lost my leg because of the nastiness of my devon owner i was having great fun learning to walk on three legs and still chasing the cats.  I really only have one problem now and thats when i forget i lift the wrong leg for a pee and i fall over. but hey who cares

Hey what if i do fall over im not drunk, honest and im never far away from Shiona, thats mum and dads daughter, she loves me and i do her and i no she will never let me go.  As longs as when i go for a walk in the countryside, i walk one way round the mountains i wont fall off.

Hope you all enjoyed my story.

Zain