Little did I know.

Little did I know; I was a cursed breed, a hated breed. Some didn’t even think I disserved to live. I was a pitiful mutt no on cared for that’s what I’ll ever be, sad a lonely, forever.

 

I was a little dog the day I was born. I was the runt, and the only completely brown one there. All my brothers and sisters were white and black. My mother was white and my father was black. We were dogs, but not just any breed of dog;, the only kind of breed that really mattered; a pitbull.  We mattered not because people wanted us, oh no. We only mattered because no one wants a pitbull; we are “dangerous” breeds.

 

That day we were born, we were born in a pound. My mother was taken of the street away from her wild family pitbulls. Where there no one cared what you looked like or what you did. You all were pitbulls and you were all equal.

 

My mother was sweet and so was my father. None of the pits in the wild pack from the city ever attacked anyone, no animals or no humans. But just because we were pitbulls no one wanted to deal with us.

 

People walked by my family’s tiny cage, the little Yorkshires had bigger cages then us. All those humans, I hated the way they looked at us. So did my mother. They glared at us instead of stopping to enjoy the pups my mother gave to the world for others to love and cherish.

 

I even heard someone mumble under their breath, “Demon dogs they are.”

 

“Mommy?” I whimpered, so young and s weak.

 

“Yes love?” she asked back, gently nudging me.

 

“What did that human mean, ‘Demon dogs?” I asked.

 

“Don’t worry about it young one…” she looked into the distance.

 

Weeks later my eyes opened to see a world of dark scary creatures peering in at me. I was taken away from my mother; I don’t know what happened to her, or my brothers and sisters. I now sat in a cage all alone.

 

One day I was napping as I heard some human mumbling outside my cage. The smell was gross and fear crept up on me, I don’t know why I felt this way. I looked out to see a human covered in tattoos. He smelled like vomit and, kind of looked like it too. Then as fast as he came, he walked away.

 

I set out a sigh of relief, but a week later I was taken out of the safety of my cage and put into a box.

 

“I’m going home!” I thought, excited to have a family to love me. But then that smell came back as I stuck my nose through the breathing whole of the box. I was confused on what was happening to me.

 

Then the big moving and loud monster I was riding in came to a stop. The stinky man came over to the box and picked me up, then threw me onto the hard cold ground. I looked around to see I was in a small fence. Bars were rusted and the cage was covered with dog s**t.

 

I knew I didn’t and will not like it here. I thought I was worst then ever. But then it got worse only couple days later.

 

I was starving, hardly breathing lying at the bottom of the cage in the hot sun. My stomach growled and I whimpered as the man came back.

 

He mumbled something and then picked my up by the fur on my neck, kind of like my mother use to but it hurt this time.

 

Then he placed me in a bigger cage that happened to be in the basement of his house. Blood stand the cement floor and I looked around in horror to see men staring down at me. Then they started poking me and I whimpered and growled till I couldn’t take it anymore. I bit one of their sticks that they were poking me with.

 

They seemed to enjoy it when I bit the stick so I did it harder and pulled on it knocking a couple of the men over.

 

They laughed and said something else in human. Then I was picked up again and brought back to my cage.

 

Another week passed, no food no water, half dead on the bottom of my cage. Then he came back, I was excited to see him for once, hoping food was coming but instead, death was. He picked me up and brought me to that scary basement and placed me in that gross cage again, and then the other side of the bars slowly opened. A much older pit walked out towards me. I shivered into the corner as the men stared down at me holding green leafs. I don’t know what they were but I wanted to eat some. Then I turned to the other pitbull, she slowly growled at me as she pawed towards me.

 

“What are you doing?” I asked but didn’t get an answer. “Please don’t.” I whined as she crept up to me showing her blood stained teeth.

 

“This is the end, I thought as I closed my eyes.”

 

But she didn’t attack…

 

I opened my eyes and saw her staring at me with her head tilted.

 

“Don’t you know what you’re doing here?” she asked.

 

“No…”

 

“Your only a puppy…” she walked slowly towards me.

 

Then she stepped into the light, mother…

 

“Mommy!” I yelped. As her eyes lightened up.

 

“My pup.” She ran over to me nuzzling me.

 

“YOU USELESS MUTTS!” screamed a human jumping into the ring. He then kicked my mother. I jumped at the human knocking him to the ground. Then the basement doors were kicked in. More humans rushed in but with shiny black sticks and pointed them at the others.

 

Illegal dog fights. Is the word I kept hearing from that day on, till I was sent to another pound. This one was much nicer. And the humans that work here didn’t treat me badly. My mother was once again taken away from me though and I was alone in a cage. Visitors were still giving me looks but one stood out from them all, a little girl.

 

She was there everyday sneaking me treats. She was very friendly to me like no one else was.

 

Then one day she came in with other humans, they were older then her. I guess they were her mother and father. They smiled at me and nodded at me.

 

“Time for you too go home.” She said through the bars as I licked her fingers.

 

A week later I was brought o her home, and that is now where I stay. I’m feed twice a day and cared for and loved.