Hey, I'm Koda, a 9 year old Pembroke Welsh corgi. I live in a nice comfortable house with a small family of 2 kids and 2 parents. I have over a dozen toys, go out on 3 walks a day, and am treated with respect. But life wasn't always that great, before, when I was merely 3, something tragic happened. This is my story.
My people were taking me out for a drive, and boy was I excited! Car drives usually resulted in long walks in the woods or around lakes. The car then stopped, and wait a moment, why are my people not putting my leash on me? I had wondered. "Bye Koda," They told me, opening the door. Because the car door was open, I just had to run off! And of course, I did. But, to my surprise, rather than trying to get me, my people dropped down my toys and a big bag of kibble, and drove off.
I quickly realized what happened, How could I, Koda, a 3 year old Pembroke welsh corgi, be dropped off into the wilderness? The kibble would only last a few days, I knew, because of my huge appetite, and then, after that, I was a goner. "Hello, can some one help me?" I had called and called all through that night, but all that had greeted me was silence.