Biscuits story (Typed by my Pinko)

Severely abused and confused I sought refuge in the freeway, it had to be better then where I was. I was picked up by a kill shelter who then called my Yellow Crested Pinko. She came and took me out of that terrifing place. And right into another one. She called it my forever home, but I had never seen anything like it. They had strange devices called doors, thier grass was white, and felt strange and terrifing on my feet. They had these foriegn objects every where called toys and bones.The other dogs sat on these horrifing objects called furniture. They offered me food and drink, but I knew not to trust them, I refused to eat or drink anywhere near them, I remebered what happened to me when I did in that other place.
They put me in my special room, where I started to feel more safe, I could eat there, drink there and sleep there. At last some peace.
The next day my Yellow Crested Pinko took me to this aweful place where they poked me with a needle and it smelled like fear. They gave me a cookie after that, but uhuuh, I will certainly not take food from Pinkos in white coats who poke you.
A long time went by and the Y.C. Pinko continued to feed and care for me. I guess I decided to take a chance, the other dogs were there, so I walked right up to her and nudged my nose under her arm. It was nice and warm, I stayed like that forever.
The next month my Yellow Crested Pinko started to play fun games with me. When I did good things like be near her or sit, she would give me food. I decided again to take a chance and except her offering. I guess maybe she's not that bad.
After years and years of my Pinko and I working together I can now sleep in the bed, with no fear I can walk thru doors, greet other Pinkos, and play with other dogs. Those crazy toy things still scare me, and loud noises still remind me of gunshots, but I now know I can run to my Yellow crested Pinko, and she protects me. I certainly have trained her well. I even allow her close to me when I eat. I don't know what a forever home means, but I kinda like it.
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