Escaping The Pit

Salem's Pup-hood

A peaceful sunny day was the day me and my siblings were born. Or so my mother had told me. I remember my mother very little, but I know she was scared up and she always came home limping and bloody. Until one day she didn't come back at all. We were told by the others there that she was dead. They said that she died in the ring of suffering. Shot because she wouldn't fight the others, or couldn't fight. We begged to know our father was, we never learned until we were 6 months when we had been taken into the ring. It was all what the others described. Blood stained floors, long heavy metal chains. Even the stronger smell of death and suffering. We watched first hand what the ring was for. One dog we had never seen emerged victorious. A bloody wound was all we saw as he walked up to us. I remember him telling u he was our father, and wished we weren't born into this place. He called each of my siblings a certain name. My two brothers are Charger and Tank. Charger is red and brown and tank is gray. But I was hand picked by the men who own me, they call me Salem. I'm pure white and Charger and Tank say I have pink to red eyes. The men saw I'm something called albino. My father told me albino is rare. He said that most of them are blind, so they will either be killed or thrown out.