Dyed dog

I am a dog, a dog that has been dyed.

I was dyed by the traders in the hour. One brown, one black. Much like a zebra that has changed color. This is nothing more than buying me a good price.

Within a few days, I was indeed bought by a family. "This dog is really special!" "Is the color of this dog born?" These humans have been talking about me. No, my color is not born, I am dyed! Dyed by a hateful dog dealer! I am angry and anxious, but what I spit out from my mouth is just "Wang." "Ah! This dog wants to bite me!" A five-year-old girl said this, and she did not forget to kick me on her stomach. Take a foot. I hurt to roll on the ground. Only the mother who saw the child ran over and hugged her, and rolled over to me. I had to run to a corner with pain and I was too late to come out.

I, do I have to bite him? I just took their opinions and pulled out my thoughts. I, am I wrong?

By night, my stomach was sorely hurt. Why is this person still not giving me food? Thinking, an old woman came over and had some dog food in her hand. He put the dog food in front of me, and said in his mouth why he bought a dog and did not raise a cat. I didn't listen to it.

I have been very good these days. This piece of dog has a adoration of my coat color. I also tasted the benefits of dyeing for the first time. But I played too much. I have forgotten that I am a dyed dog. This color is not mine. This color will one day fall.

It’s true, this day, the family will bathe me. I struggled not to go to the basin, but everything I did was in vain. I ended up being bathed and the color of my body fell.

I am a dyed mongrel dog.

I can't accept this fact. The dogs here no longer worship me. This family also began to look at me coldly. I am a dyed dog, a dyed dog. This kind of thing has always been with me. Wherever I went, they all pointed at me. What am I doing wrong, why is he doing this to me!

This should all blame the dog dealer, he made me so miserable.

It is him, a hateful human, a hateful dog dealer! It is he who made me so miserable!

This host does not want me, but I have not learned to live by myself, so that there is only one dead road! I ran back to this owner's house many times, but they insisted on not wanting me. "Look, dyed mongrel dogs, it’s better to raise a cat!"

What else do I have now? I changed from a dyed dog to a mongrel dog, and from a mongrel dog to a stray dog! Why, all this because of what? Still not because of the dog dealers, not because of their greed that changed my life? Abominable human, abominable dog dealer!

Now, I am only in this corner, slowly waiting for the coming of death.

Second day: black cat black