I was housed in a very crowded and dirty place with a lot of other dogs who looked like me. Some of them were my brothers. I liked them and they liked me, but we did not get enough to eat and we were not happy, and one of them died and just lay there and we didn’t know what to do about him.
I don’t know how it happened or why, but by some miracle, one day these human ladies showed up with a big white dog. The big white dog’s name is Sam. He said he is a distant cousin. He waged his tail and lifted his ears and I felt happy for the first time in a long while. But I was still afraid and the long car ride made me so uneasy.
And then …. I came to this place and there were sheep dancing and goats jumping, roosters singing and lots and lots of hay and good farm smells. I’m still trying to figure it all out. Is this really my home? Can I really stay here? Please, no one take me away from this place. Please, no one give me a different name. Milo is my name and I am an Anatolian shepherd. And I’m a happy dog now.