Parts of me hurt.. I don't know what they did to me at that Clinic.. but I HURT!!!
Also, I just want to say that.. I'd be happier if Night never showed itself..
The other night.. not sure how many nights back...
I'm not sure how I should measure things.. how many nights? how many meals? Well I don't eat .. I know they are trying to trick me.. so counting meals wouldn't work...
anyways.. it had been dark for a long time... not totally dark cause I really complain if they turn the lights out... So they don't.. I have them trained..
I have to say that.. I just can't stand it in the dark.. and when I am half asleep.. my mind wanders .. wanders back to the Mill and what it was like there..
one day I will describe that to you.. but for now... I'm glad it is in my past..
anyways.. as you can well imagine.. i get scared. if I think about that place..
it is hard to determine.. exactly what happens to me.. i just get SO scared.. and then I am NOT myself...
my new "MoM" touched me..
I freaked...
I saw for a few seconds.. my old life.. and i was just So scared..
I swear if I had the time to think about it.. Things would have been different.. but I didn't and so I just reacted..
A boy has to protect himself..
I bit her hard..
I bit her head and her face..
I just wanted to end the memory that was happening in my head!!!
You would too!!
Yes, a few moments later.. when I realized.. what was going on.. I froze..
I stood still...
The memory was gone..
She held me..
We were okay!
Logan is a sweet 5 year old West Highland White Terrier who has spent his whole life as a breeding male in horrid, horrid conditions in an Amish Puppy Mill in Mexico Missouri. This blog follows Logan as he views the world for the first time, as he discovers toys, as he struggles to forget his past and as he learns to "live"! Logan now lives in Orillia, Ontario Canada with his furever Mom & Dad - Jaquie & Bill!
Logan,
ReplyDeleteIts me Elvis..I got scared too and I attacked my mom's cat, my grandmother's cat and I bit my brother Preston too. I was like you..I just went back to that place and I just lost it. My parents call it "going puppy mill."
Elvis