Hi, I am a dog, my name is Lady.

I shall start my story from when I can remember. Oh, and my Dad gave me the name.

Lady. But for some reason he calls me Lady Bug. I don't mind. I love Dad and Mom. 

Ok, where to begin. 

I was younger back then. However, I remember being in the way. I remember that because I was always getting kicked or yelled at.

Where I lived was in a house trailer of in the woods. The man there was very mean. He would always throw things at me. Mostly empty beer cans. He was thirsty.

I try my best to stay away from him, but he drops food, and I am so hungry. I am fast so most times he doesn’t even see me sneak up and grab food and run!!

Until this one day he had a bunch of bad people at our home. They were talking about something called meth. At least I think that was the word.

They were drinking and passing a pipe around. And then they got really really mean. They threw food out in the open. I was hiding at the time. But it smelled so good and I was so very hungry. 

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So, I decided to take a chance when they were not looking. I ran as fast as I could and got it.. But I think they may have seen me. Because one of the men yelled hold on I have an idea, he ran to his truck and got something.

I got back to my hiding place just in time. It was chicken and it still had meat on the ends... Mmmm. Man, it was great. 

So I snuck back to see if they threw anything else. I waited and THERE! they threw another one!! 

They got real quiet all of the sudden. So, I thought, now’s my chance!

I run as fast as I can! I see the chicken bone... I am focused on it, running hard! then I am rolling on the ground.

What happened. Why is my side hurting so bad...?

Then I hear laughing. I look up at the men and one is holding a BB gun.

I growl at him and try to get to him. I am so mad, It hurts so bad. That’s when the man who lived in the house grabbed me and threw me in a bag.

It was dark I wiggled and fought to get out of the bag. Well, until someone hit the bag real hard and it connected with my head, I just saw black...

was I dead? I do not think so.

I remember waking up in a create and my head hurt along with my side where that man shot me... 

But I thought things were looking up... I heard the man say he was taking me for a ride. I think riding would be fun...

Maybe things are going to be alright.