In english for all: Stop the puppy trade ! In hatchery is dark and cold. My name is dog, I m 4 years old and I was born here , in the dark. Around the neck I wear a tight string with the number 286 ... and I live in kennel No. 5, right next to my mother. About my aunt behind me I hear barking my sister. Oh , we are all somehow related . I m pregnant ! about 60 days and Ill get the seventh litter of babies. This barn have never left , green grass and sunlight , all they know of stories that my mother tells me . My stomach is growling - I so hungry! We hope that today evening to get some bread . Be a few days later ... Born in the night my puppy. Born in the dark and cold. 5 small puppy lying on the cold floor and trying to keep my emaciated body warm. A girl who does not move. I press my nose but unfortunately not survive early. The other puppies urge to fetch milk nipples - not much milk and my little babies are as hungry as I am. Then the man will come and look at my kennel. Without a word, he took my baby puppy died and throws it carelessly into a bucket. I crawl back into my other children and I sleep protection over them. I have a few slices of bread kicked me devours . Then close the door and I m with my baby new account again. Five weeks later ... The door flew open and jump in shock in the corner. But, alas ! The man was wearing my babies and with tears all out! I m starting to bark loudly and want to defend my children. But I feel a strong kick in the stomach. I pulled around the corner and if I see clearly again , my children are gone! Once someone has taken my everything! Over and over again the same! Feeling sorry for myself I put in the corner, and I smell the smell of baby revuelan flying around me ... my udder is getting hotter and hotter, it hurts and I feel where the boots hit me now ! I moan softly to me - where are my children? You need to drink , but still, does not hurt my nipples. But I m alone again in the dark and cold. For me it is alternately cold and heatm in the corner exhausted. The fever makes me shiver and think, and worry about my babies . And if it is good to go with them? Now they have warm and bright ? Lost in thought, I fall asleep ... A few hours later, the man comes in and looks at the kennel. Hey, a forklift , which is a dead dog is just a story ? Unfortunately no! The everyday life of a number of dogs who live are made in inhumane conditions for the sake of Ge Liwinn by unscrupulous breeders. Very close to us - we live here ! Want to do something about it ? Then do not you comprer no puppies on the internet or in the newspaper! The mother would have kennel No. 5, No. 286 ------- > @ [ 243645902322648:274 : Against Animal Cruelty ] Stop the puppy trade ! In hatchery is dark and cold. My name is dog, I m 4 years old and I was born here , in the dark. Around the neck I wear a tight string with the number 286 ... and I live in kennel No. 5, right next to my mother. About my aunt behind me I hear barking my sister. Oh , we are all somehow related . I m pregnant ! about 60 days and Ill get the seventh litter of babies. This barn have never left , green grass and sunlight , all they know of stories that my mother tells me . My stomach is growling - I so hungry! We hope that today evening to get some bread . Be a few days later ... Born in the night my puppy. Born in the dark and cold. 5 small puppy lying on the cold floor and trying to keep my emaciated body warm. A girl who does not move. I press my nose but unfortunately not survive early. The other puppies urge to fetch milk nipples - not much milk and my little babies are as hungry as I am. Then the man will come and look at my kennel. Without a word, he took my baby puppy died and throws it carelessly into a bucket. I crawl back into my other children and I sleep protection over them. I have a few slices of bread kicked me devours . Then close the door and I m with my baby new account again. Five weeks later ... The door flew open and jump in shock in the corner. But, alas ! The man was wearing my babies and with tears all out! I m starting to bark loudly and want to defend my children. But I feel a strong kick in the stomach. I pulled around the corner and if I see clearly again , my children are gone! Once someone has taken my everything! Over and over again the same! Feeling sorry for myself I put in the corner, and I smell the smell of baby revuelan flying around me ... my udder is getting hotter and hotter, it hurts and I feel where the boots hit me now ! I moan softly to me - where are my children? You need to drink , but still, does not hurt my nipples. But I m alone again in the dark and cold. For me it is alternately cold and heatm in the corner exhausted. The fever makes me shiver and think, and worry about my babies . And if it is good to go with them? Now they have warm and bright ? Lost in thought, I fall asleep ... A few hours later, the man comes in and looks at the kennel. Hey, a forklift , which is a dead dog is just a story ? Unfortunately no! The everyday life of a number of dogs who live are made in inhumane conditions for the sake of Ge Liwinn by unscrupulous breeders. Very close to us - we live here ! Want to do something about it ? Then do not you comprer no puppies on the internet or in the newspaper! The mother would have kennel No. 5, No. 286
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