How much can I tell you about my life of only two years? I tell you now to stop reading since there is not much to learn from my life unless you enjoy finding out how many hours I spent lying around sleeping, what chicken dish my family has prepared for me, what tricks I had to do to get my day's ration of rawhide chew toy, or how I spent a few more hours of my day basking under my family's love and attention. Yes, I am blessed, spoiled rotten and I am definitely not complaining. If you are looking for a sob story, this is not it.

Where do I begin? I guess I would like to believe that I was born in a litter of American cocker spaniel puppies in a loving home spending blissful puppy days romping around with my brothers and sisters. My mother would have been meticulous in making sure that we were groomed everyday and that we were trained to know our place in the family. And if I ended up in a petshop enclosed between steel bars with my siblings which was really the farthest my memory could take me of my early puppyhood, then I would assume also that I was taken from my mother and she had no choice in the situation. So, what I could state for a fact about my youth is that I spent it in a cage at a petshop with just a vague memory of two brothers and a sister. As I said earlier, this is not a sob story and I recall this not to gain pity but merely to state a fact. It is in this place my story begins.

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