Just then I'm thinking that I should go get food. I don't want to end up here like Mom.
A few weeks go by and I'm getting better at snagging food from the other puppies. I just don't go close to the center because that's where all the dogs fight. When they fight, they might get hurt so they can't get taken. Then they’d have to stay here forever. I'm walking back to my mom's cardboard box to say hi and bring her some of my kibble. All of a sudden, I feel too large hands on me. I spin around and try to bite them. My teeth sink into rubber.
A man says “you're a feisty one aren't you. Well, that's what the people want.”
and he brings me outside the barn. I'm screaming to my friends and family. They're all worried. I was the only one that would share my kibble, and I would often not eat so that my mom could get kibble without getting injured. Or when my friend tried to fight the other day and got hurt, I brought him kibble so that he wouldn't be skinny.
As the barn door shuts, I finally see light for the first time. It's too bright and makes my eyes squint. He then brings me inside a house and locks me in a box. The box has food and water, but the food was in this some sort of container that didn't feel comfortable eating out of. So, I left the food alone and started trotting in circles.
(to be continued)