Abandoned

I'm now 13 years old laying in a puddle of my own blood and I start to have flash backs of the day. The day on how this all started. The day that I've been adopted by my formal abuser, Frank. Frank wasn't happy to see that I was just a pup. He didn't want any ordinary 2 month old Labrador, he wanted a pit bull. So he started to argue with my previous owner, John. Once John made a deal with Frank, he picked me up, not very gently, and put me in the back of his truck.
When he took me to his house, I was expecting a little game of tug-of-war but instead, he carried me to his basement and threw me across the cold cement floor. He yelled at me," I didn't want a lab, I wanted a pit, they serve better as a bait dog. So if I'm gonna be stuck with you until the day of your death, I'm gonna make you a tuff, sturdy Labrador!,"and with that he walked away and slammed the door behind him. Terrified, I limped to a corner and laid down, hopeful that all of this was just another one of my dreams.