My name is Vito

My new name is Vito, before they called me Dollars.
My new mama took a look at my passport and, that’s why she knows that I was born in slovakia.
My mama told me that there are a lot of bad people here in belgium, they buy puppies from other countries and that they dont care if we live or are death when we arrive after making such a long journey Packed up in
boxes.
That’s how I came to belgium.
They gave me some medication (so that I would look healthy) and, I had to bark and jump every time someone came to look.
I was bought, I can’t tell my mama who bought me and how my life was before she found me, if only I could speak:(
Mama found me on the internet in, a town far far away from her home.
She called the prison I was in for, information, she didn’t get any.
Still, she came for me and, brought Zoya , my dobermann sister.
I was scared that day, didn’t know what was happening, a man came, put a rope around my nek and pulled me to the street.
I saw a strange lady with a Black dog , standing there, I could sence that she was upset, I wanted to go to the other Black dog but, the man just pulled my rope, I wasn’t allowed.
I tried to explain by letting myself drop on the ground that I was sooooooooo afraid.
The next thing I know is that I was forced in a car, I HATE CARS, I wreked the bench and jumped on the stearing wheel , that’s when she became my mama, she drove 3 hours with one hand on the stearing wheel and , one hand on me.
I am happy now, love my sister, love my mama and ADORE my papa:)
I AM VITO AND I MADE IT!