In the barn, it is dark and cold. My name is “dog,” I’m 4 years old and was born here in darkness. Around the neck I wear a tight chain with the number… 286 and live in kennel No. 5, right next to my mother. Across from my aunt behind me, I hear barking my sister. Oh, somehow we are all related. I’m pregnant !! almost 60 days and get the 7th Times babies. This barn I have never left. Green grass and sunlight, I only know from stories my mother would tell. My stomach grumbles - I have such a hunger! Hopefully we’ll get tonight a little bread.
A few days later …
In the night my puppies are born. Born into the darkness and cold. 5 small puppy lying on the cold ground and I try to keep them with my emaciated body warm . A little girl no longer moves. I nudge with my nose, but, the first hours unfortunately she did not survive. The other puppies are pushing at the milk bar - I do not have much milk and my little babies have just as much hunger as I do.
Then the man comes and looks in my kennel. Wordlessly, he took me off the dead puppy baby and throws it carelessly into a bucket. I crawl back to my other babies and lie down protectively over them. I get thrown a few slices of bread, which I devour greedily. Then closes the door and I’m with my baby on my own again.
Five weeks later …
The door is thrown open and in shock I jump into the corner. But oh my! The man reaches for my babies and tears them all away! I start to bark loudly and want to defend my children. But I feel a hard kick in my belly. I’m thrown in the corner and when I can see clearly again, my babies are gone! Again someone has taken my all! Over and over again the same! Feeling Sorry for myself I put myself in the corner and smell the baby smell, the flies so slow … my udder is getting harder and hotter - it hurts and I feel very clearly the place where the boots hit me just now! I whimper softly to myself - where are my babies? You need to drink but still, my teats hurts so much. But I’m alone again in the dark and cold.
To me it is alternately hot and cold. Exhausted I’m in the corner. The fever can shake me and I thinking and worrying about my babies. And if it will go well with them? They now have it warm and bright? Lost in thought, I fall asleep …
A few hours later, the man comes in and looks at the kennel. “Hey, is taking a wheelbarrow, here is a dead Bitch”
Just a story? Unfortunately no! Day-to-day reality for countless ice-cold bitches, which are held for the sake of profit by unscrupulous breeders live in degrading conditions. Very close to us - they live among us! You want to do something about it? Then DON’T buy any puppies on the internet or in the newspaper! The mother of your dog could have been from dog kennel No. 5, No. 286th, etc.”