My life: A GSD

Coming home

⚠DISCLAIMER ️⚠️ THIS STORY IS THE LIFE OF MY DOG, SO ITS IN MY DOGS POINT OF VIEW. THE EVENTS THAT HAPPEN ARE IN FACT ⚠️TRUE⚠️ HOWEVER, ITS NOT WORD-FOR-WORD HIS LIFE. I HOPE THAT MADE SENSE. ENJOY!

I was sitting by my mother, milking. When all of a sudden I was interrupted by two strange people walking into my garden. I was intrigued. I went up to them and sniffed there feet, then ran and hid by my mother. However my brother was far more braver than I was at the time, he ran up to the strange intruders and the woman picked him up and held him. I rolled my eyes and got back to what I was doing. Then, I heard a bang, and then a high pitched shriek. From the corner of my eye, I see my brother running EVERYWHERE. The evil witch had dropped him! My eyes were beginning to close, and soon after, I had fallen asleep.

When I woke up, I wasn't by my mother or father, instead, I found myself in the arms of the unusual being that dropped my brother! I screamed for help as I saw my home that I had spent my first 12 weeks of life in, become smaller and smaller and smaller, until it faded into the distance. I felt an unpleasant sensation in my stomach, then I began to gag. Before I knew it, smelly, slimy liquid flew onto the dashboard of the car. I sat with my puppy eyes and looked up at the woman who took me out of my home. Again, I felt my eyes start to close, and I fell asleep. I was awoken by a soft breeze and then she FINALLY put me down. I walked further into this unusually small house of a sort. I stood a foot inside and fell over. The woman and man ran to the other side of the tiny room, and started to clap their hands and say a word iv never heard before.
"Charlie" she said in a soft tone "come on, you can do it"
I stumbled on my feet, and stood there. I didn't trust them. I sat in the corner, and started to howl. I missed my family. I had been taken from the only life I ever knew. I sat under their bed and whined because all I wanted was the comfort of my mother and father.

A few months had passed, I got used to them. They weren't too bad. I went on long walks with them, in the fields. I'd run after the crow's, I felt free. I was happy. Of course, I still missed my mother and father and all my siblings, but yes. I was happy.