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autobiography of a stree
dog

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Answered by varunmadkaikar
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I m a dog. I was born in an old home near the River. I’m writing my autobiography because I think this should be done by every person.

When I was a puppy with cute and little paws my mother used to protect me very much. She feeds me on time and I was a healthy dog. I was of brown colour and had big white teeth.

The home where we used to live was a very sweet one. They had a little girl named Carol who used to adore me a lot and she always made sure that I was neat and clean all the time. Carol gave me nuts and milk to drink. I was living a happy life.

Mid-life:

Soon my mother and I were separated. It was the sad moment of my life. But what can we do? This is what life is all about. I still remember I used to lie on warm summer grass for long hours and stroll in the streets for no reason. I used to run behind the children and it was fun. The saddest part was when small kids used to throw stones at me and I remember once I was bleeding. But a little girl wrapped me and gave me warm milk. Soon that family where I lived sale their home and I was back on the streets.

Happy Family:

Now I’m having the end days of my life in a forest that is located near a hometown. I have made good friends and now we live as a family. I always wish for one big happy family. We all use to hunt and eat together.

Answered by drumpa032
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I live in the street. people pity me. people pamper me. They throw bits of bread at me. when I fail to get food, I search for it in the garbage bin any where. I have no house . Something I fight with other dogs for food or shelter. other dogs do not like me because people love me .I was not born in the street. But house dogs cannot take me as one of their tribe. I remember my perents. My mother shared her food with me. But my perents had left me before I grew bug . I became a helpless and hopeless street dog. I sniff the dust of the road. The street gave me shelter. One day when I was sleeping at the side of the road a car ran over my leg. I cried out bitterly in pain. I tried to run. But the wound made me lame and still I limp in the street.

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