I've lived here for a week now,
my family seem okay,
but they say there's still one problem-
that problem being me.
Things were going fine when they left me in my crate,
but then they tried to drag me out,
and I think I bit their paws.
They had this snake-like object that was supposed to fit my neck,
I thought they were trying to kill me
so I panicked and I bit.
I thought they understood me,
I thought they knew by now,
that when I bared my teeth at them
it meant "Do not come near"!
I thought it would be fine, since their gift to me was time,
but little did I know my time with them was done.
Giving me a chance was the worst thing they'd ever done.
Back inside the car I went,
to where I did not know,
but it soon felt quite familiar
when beneath my paws, I felt the concrete ground.
Thrown inside another kennel in this world I do not know,
without even a goodbye,
I cowered in the corner as once again I tried so hard
to understand why.