PART 1 My so called, home, wasn't really a home to me. I mean, is it really a home if all they do is yell at you, hit you, and tie you to a chain and use you as a bait dog? People raise us to fight, but we don't want to, trust me. Just because I'm a pitbull, doesn't mean that you have to be mean to me! I want a bed, and toys, and someone to love me. But I have nothing. I really wish you would give a pitbull a try, before you sentence us all to die! And no matter how mean you have been to me, as a pitbull, I forgive you.
