Inside there were two beds, a desk, a small electric box(there was one of these at old home), a bigger small metal box that the humans put stuff inside(there was one of these but huge at old home), and a bathroom, I think it's called.
We stopped in places like this(although sometimes they were a bit different) for about three nights. I didn't know where we were going, but we were going somewhere! One day we finally stopped somewhere different. I longed to get out and run! I was cramped with the cat and one other dog! The place had faint other people's scents, but at least two weeks ago. We stayed in this place for a long time! Days, weeks, months! I assumed that we changed homes, but, why? I loved my old home, there was so much space to run and play! Here I just wanted to bark and howl for it! I can't believe how much I'm losing, it feels horrible, everything being taken away from me! Also to use the bathroom, I had to do that on pebbles! Pebbles, it was horrendous!
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