I think my dad mentioned that when I was dropped off on the road by the bad people, I was so scared, that I didn't know what to do; except to protect myself. Just as things got a little calmer, I went and got hit by a car, and my leg felt like somebody had twisted it right off! I was so sore, and so bummed out, and most of all...so lonely!
But, like dad says, "that was the past, and to dwell in the past, is not a healthy way to live"! So, what is a "dwell", anyways? Alright, I get the idea.
So, I meet my new Daddy at the doctors office, and he has the people there, call the good lady from the shelter! All of a sudden they grab me, stick me with a real sharp tool, and "bam", I'm out of pain, and sleeping! The next day, I wake up with less pain, and also, less legs! I go to sleep with 4 legs, and awaken to 3! Pretty lousy trick! Even for Penn and Teller, the silly magic guys! I was kind of sleepy still, but remember my new friend was there with another person that looked friendly too! Maybe, just maybe, things were going to get better!
But my leg was gone, and that concerned me a little! I think I didn't sleep for a while , cause I was afraid that I would wake up with another leg missing! If my math is correct, it wouldn't be long before I had no legs at all! We dogs don't understand these things too well, and I was hoping that my new friends would explain things to me! And just maybe, they would take me home with them.
That is if they came back...!