Finding Atlas

I woke up and didn't know where I was, I grew frantic and my paws started scrabbling. Oh wait, I know what happened... I'm still lost. Yup it'd been about 2 full moons since I'v seen my family, who knows they probably already forgot about me or stopped looking for me, I mean I still miss them and don't get me wrong, I still continue to try to find my way back to them, but they could've moved on and got another black husky like me... or they could've moved, or just don't want me. I really miss them and you're probably wondering how this happened...

  I was barely 10 months old, as frisky as the next puppy. I was a Christmas gift for my family, but any way that's not the point. I was sleeping in my little fluffy bed when someone broke into our house. They were heavily armed with shooters and razor sharp blades. One walked up to me and kicked me, then laughed with the other four of them. I got up and growled and they laughed even more, picture it, some fluffy black and white puppy growling and barking. Cute right? No, I was little and what was I supposed to do cuddle him to death? So I let out a loud bark, I mean I don''t mean to brag, but that bark was probably louder than a lion, so imagine me now a big buff 1 year old husky with a bark that could shake this very planet! Anyways after I barked my owners came down, Mrs. with a metal baseball bat and Mr. with a shooter. All the nonsense scared me so I ran to the front door and rammed the storm door open and dashed out until I couldn't smell my owners anymore...