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Hello, my name is Albert, and I am a big dog of mixed lines, mostly collie. Right now I am sitting on my front porch, enjoying the first rays of the morning sun. Ellie the cat is taking her three kittens for their morning walk, which is causing a terrible fuss from our neighboring birds. Jock, the new puppy next door, is yapping at something, probably his own shadow. He's a cute little guy, when he's not tugging on my ears or pulling my tail. He was adopted from the animal shelter by old Mrs. Willis. She needed some companionship, and Jock was the very one to give it to her. He is into everything, from stealing her fresh washed bloomers from the clothesbasket to getting into the trash daily. Mrs. Willis takes her broom to him and you would think that a lion had a hold on him the way he screams out, but after a while all is forgiven between the two.

The front door slams and my Master pats me on the head. It's the same every morning. I get a pat on the head and sometimes a good neck scratch before he goes to work. He tells me to "stop letting Ellie and her kittens eat my breakfast every morning". I just look at him and wag my tail. Although Ellie is fed properly, she still has her babies to feed, and by nature, cats are piggish when it comes to food. Besides, I don't mind sharing when it comes to Ellie. She is my little calico angel.

It wasn't too long ago that I didn't have a front porch to sit on, and I wasn't aware of the simple every day things that went on around me. The streets were cold and lonely at night and constant hunger pains drove me to look for food anywhere I could find it. Sometimes it would be days before I could find anything to eat, and then when I ate, I would get terribly sick. When I had the time, I would sit and watch other dogs in their fenced in homes. They got several meals a day and had human hands the scratched their bellies. I often wondered what it would be like to have a home, and a master.

Cold weather was my worst enemy. I would wander for miles in search of food, and the hunger pains would eat at my stomach. It was so hard to find food and there were times when the bottoms of my feet would crack open and bleed from my constant walking. Then one cold rainy night, I just gave up. I didn't know where I was, and I didn't care. All I wanted to do was lie down and go to sleep. I could feel the rain pounding at my body, but I didn't have the strength to go on. So I lay down,numb and cold, and prepared to sleep forever.

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