I was now 2, and I was running around the park, smelling all the smells, seeing all the sights. People were laughing, kids were playing, It made me happy, so I joined in. It was so much fun! Until they all left, where were they going?!
I was alone again, all I had was an old blanket a nice lady gave me, and an old chew toy I found. And it was getting darker and darker by the minute! I huddled under the blanket, just me against the world. It made me sad I was lonely. Was I being bad? Is that why they left? Did I make them mad? I hope I didn't...
Before I knew it, it was light again! And they all came back! I was so happy! There was even some new people! And they all wanted to play! We played until it was dark. And they left AGAIN! What did I do? I decided to go to another park. This new park was bigger and better! And people were still there, but none wanted to play, but that's ok! I played with my toy, but I fell asleep quickly, so it didn't mater. The next morning I woke up early, maybe too early...
Humans were surrounding me, they hade pieces of metal, that made bright lights. It hurt my eyes. I ran away, but they chased me. That was IT, I turned around and growled, some stepped back, others kept shining the light. I was done for REAL, I bit, I bit hard. The rest ran back, I had rescued myself.
