I was just a pup when I was left out on the streets.My owner hated me,and his decision was to throw me out.I found a small cardboard box and I lived in that,until one Tag the dog catcher found me.I didn't fight;I was happy to see him.I wanted to go to a nice a loving home,but I found myself in a pound instead.Luckily,I had my own cell,not in the presence of a dog that would happily eat me.Every Tag that passed was a Tag where I was suffering the long await for someone to get me before they put me down.One day,finally,a little girl stopped at my cage and stared at me.I was laying down,full of...