I was 1 month old when people took me. I didn't know where I am. I had my blanket and my smellings on it, but where is my momma? My first 3 days were terrible. I was sleeping in my owners room with closed door. I was crying. I couldn't sleep. I was lucky because I had nice owners who were playing with me all night. All weeks I was playing, eating and sleeping until this time. I was 3 months old and my owners allowed me to go out of front door. The world was so interesting. I was smelling all things but I couldn't eat everything. I was chasing the birds, but I couldn't catch them...I met very big dog. I was affraid of him at the begining but later we were playing. I had to run carefully because he was heavy and when he sat on me I couldn't move and breath. I was very tired when we came back to out home, and I wanted only go asleep. After 9 moths I felt that something is changing in me. I wasn't a pup, I was young adult dog. I didn't understand why all dogs were around me. I was barking on them, and nothing. They wanted something from me. I heard that to all people my owner was saying " she has estrus..." or something. I wanted to meet a dog who will be good for me. All of these dogs were just annoying me. I had my best friend, Rosie, near me and she made me feel better. One year later everything started to change. Rosie's father wasn't here next whole year. I couldn't understand what is going on. Rosie, her mother and I were living without the working person. Her mum spend all day working somewhere, and then come back very late. A year after that there was very difficult time for me. The neighbours came here. Rosie and her mum went away. I looked through the window and saw Rosie looking at me with very sad eyes. She was little. I was only 2 years old. I was playing with the naighbours that day, and waiting for Rosie and her mum. But the night came and there was no track after them. I was worried. I couldn't sleep. The women from next door took care of me very well, but I couldn't stop thinking about them. What happen? Where are they? To be continued....