It’s hard to find words that intelligently sum up the contents in just a few words. No title can capture the depth of the story to be shared. The story can be easily told. Just pay attention to the details of my face. Notice the movement in my body. If one would just listen to the tone in my voice, they would hear the passion in my inflection. It would come from the infliction. They wanted to hear me bark, sit and play dead, one day, even fetch a ball. The pound was full, so they charged half price, and gave the buyers some food stamps with the adoption. Oh let them tell you what they have done for this poor soul. A warm place, food and drink. As soon as one tastes freedom, no home with the greatest luxury can make him sit still or be content. The owners did not like that, the animal must obey, he must be happy with what makes us happy. A long few years went by, and the pup grew and suffered. He was made to sleep with the owner’s wife. He also had to play with the kids, because the owner had to work and could not do it himself. The pup was not pup any longer. He was tired of the imprisonment and work to please others. So the big dog ran on his own.

When I get to lamenting of my past, i then just play a song. A specific spoken word, a video to factual. Please watch and listen to the video. Do this if you haven’t already seen or heard it before. The words give me inspiration. They bring on emotions of anger, revenge, and contempt. These feelings are directed toward those who tried to lessen me to an animal for their own pleasure and satisfaction.