My Home

     Hi! My name's Duna. I'm a Shiba. I am born and raised in Kentucky. I love the Southern food. I'm a dog by the way. Anyways, I'm at B&B Barbecue eating scraps of food at the trash can. Oh wait, did  forget to tell you? I don't have an owner, and I'm a stray. Eating food that has been eaten is gross, but that's what I had do. I decided to stop eating, and start going to my "home." First of all, it wasn't home. That's why I put quotation marks. Obvious right? Does a home have cardboard boxes surrounded by fleas? I don't think so. But, as a stray, I'd rather stay at my "home" than having a home at the torture pound. The dog pounds I love are the pounds where they take care of you, feed you, and make you happy. But, a home in the torture pound is every dogs' living nightmare. I went to my "home" and started to just lay down looking all sad. I was never happy living in some cardboard home. All I wanted was an owner that loved me. But, I was fine if no owner wanted me. Living independently was fine. Except for the flea house, eating eaten food, and having to hide from the torture pound workers. I panted which was meant to be a sigh. I got tired, so I started to sleep. I woke up, all tired and sick from the eaten food. I see someone looking at me. A couple. They looked at me in a cute way. Well, I didn't doubt it, I am very cute. I began to get up. The couple petted me like they didn't care if I could have had rabies. "You're so cute! I'm sorry you have to live this way," the woman said. "Hi bud," the man said. I could see the couple feeling bad that I had to live in such a damp "home." The man and woman turned and looked at each other. I could hear them talking. "We can't let him stay in such an unsanitary place," said the woman. "I know. You now what I'm thinking right," said the man. I looked at the man whistling to me to follow him. I followed him because I knew they could adopt me. The couple took me to a veterinarian, and took my shots, and adopted me! They gave me a name, Duna. I wore that shiny new collar with my name in triumph like I won an Olympic gold medal.  My owners took me to their house. I looked at it with happiness, and curiousness. I was panting with joy! I jumped up to both of my owners. They both carried me. I looked at the window at the city where my "home" was. I looked at the home I am now. Out of all the things I've been through, I am happy that I am finally home.

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