2008年9月17日 星期三

I am free

Taking the advantage of knowing that I am an "illegal resident" in this apartment building, I started to protest with my voice, day and night, to urge this familay to free me from the cage. After a few months' long lasting protest, I won. I was freed from the cage under the condition that I must pee and .... at the right place . Only when I forgot to do so, I was put into prison (shut in my cage) again.

Since the first day I stayed with this family, they gave me pet food 2 meals a day. Sometimes, I was forced unwilingly to perform some posture "Sit", "Hand", "Jump", in return for some snack.
Not until I found that dad gave me a small piece of stuff from his rice bowl, I found that human food is so great !!! I started to sit besides dad under the dining table. Since then, the second world war began between me and human family. I stopped eating that kind of Junk Fodd, unless they mix it with meat or fish or chicken. .......to be continued.

2008年5月18日 星期日

New life with new-dad, new-mom & new-brothers

I was only 8 inches tall (or, long) when I started my new life with my new-dad, new-mom and new-brothers. I never made one step outside the pet shop since I was born. The world outside was so strange and excited to me that I could not help stop shaking. I do not know if this human family tortures animal.

At the beginning, I thought these people came to liberate me from the cage of the pet shop. I was disappointed to find out that they just toke me out from one cage and put me into another at their home. They separated me with my friends (those 4-legs of my kind). I was lonely.

2008年4月20日 星期日

My name is Bella, a non-purebred poodle .

Who am I ?I am "no-name".
I just heard they said to other people I am "poodle".
They ? The pet shop owner.
I don't know where I came from.I don't know who is my dad, who is my mum. I don't know if they are also called poodle.
They shaved my hair off completely when I was 3 months old, exposing my skinny body. They said to othe people when my new hair comes out again, I'll be a curling and lovely poodle.
I lived with many "4-legs" of my kind in a small cage.We lived together, we ate together, we played together. We were doing the same thing, except one - pissing.I notice that I piss the same way as some of them, but different from others. They called me "girl".
Then I know more about myself. I am "no-name". I am "poodle". And I am "girl".