Five days and without a home. Born in Africa but a all white family adopted me, AND I'M BLACK!!!!!!! I guess they wanted to feel better about themselves so they adopted a black dog. I wanted to stay in Africa, but the Ebola virus want not for me. Before this happed I lived the life like a king. But sadly I had experienced a very personal thing that was taken away from me, Chad, my owner. We were the best of friends, we did everything together. Everywhere he went I went with him. He was only 17 until he was taken away from me. He went out one night to go get dinner, and he never came back. I was waiting for him all night, never closed my eyes. I was so when morning came. I knew that he wasn't coming back, so sadly I left home, lived on the streets, slept anywhere I could find. But then one day, THE POUND FOUND ME!
