Hi, my name is Blox. I'm an American Staffordshire Terrier. Four years ago i was with a nice couple with a big house and space to run! A couple of months later i smelt something. It smelt like burning wood. Im used to campfires so i thought it was normal to have this happen. I left it alone and went back to sleep. Seconds later i heard screaming and i still had smelt burning fire. I got up to see the rucus and saw orangey yellow things. I walked over slowly to smell it...
A few days later i woke up. My legs was severley cut, i was missing a ear, and i was relocated to the SPCA. Many people passed and laughed at my ear. I just sat there on the trampolein like bed waiting. One day a person stopped to pet me. She called me over and i started to shake. Thinking they were gonna laugh. They looked at the sheet on the side with my name on it and called me by my name. I came over and was pet. I was adopted and taken home.
A/N This is a story about a dog named blox who wasn't abused but forgotten. Tons of animals in the world are getting forgotten just the same way. Wish them luck and hope they survive =)
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