You don’t know what you have until it’s gone.
I was born in a small breeder farm in Pennsylvania. There were 2 females and 4 males in my litter. We lived in an eight foot pen where we did everything. Outside our pen live the rest of my pack – 4 adult males and 4 adult female mastiffs. Taking care of all our needs are our two humans, Tall Male and Round Female.
We led a pretty boring life. My siblings and me ate, slept and drove each other nuts on the same 8-foot pen all my eight weeks of life. We get our highs fighting for the most food. We had no privacy. We didn’t even have names. We were just the puppies.
There were two toys for the whole pen. We had to fight for the right to play with it.
We never knew sky, never knew grass, never knew dirt. Just soiled sheets that gets changed a couple of times a day. The same old faces, same old smells, the same old pack. But we were safe. We were pack. We were home.