France is a large country and has just about every type of terrain except the desert. From cold rocky mountains in the Alps to the Mediterranean sea this place is a lot more special then you can ever place,is where I grew mother,a Basque Shepherd Dog from the eastern villa,was so kind for the years that she lived-not that she's dead!

Anyway,my father was a street 'rat' as my maître or my master calls father,like any other street dog,was a clébard or mutt as they called name was Dépotoir or JunkYard-since that's where he came from.

Anyway,my name is Miggs.I know not the best name,but my owner is an American-here for college,or name is ,he is taking me back with him to this New York City and I can't wait to meet his amie, says I will love her and that we'd be the best of friends-he was right!

She's so refroidir and poli.She even makes me les côtelettes d'agneau avec la monnaie,how cool is that?!But this is a story of how I was abandoned in New York,helped a kitten,ran into some big dogs,and fell in cliché I know-but all true.

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"Come on Miggs,time to go for a walk."Danny called to me one hot summer day.I grabbed my leash on the way downstairs,my tail laughed and hooked me up to it,before we headed me tell you,New York smells and sounds nothing like France all you could smell was spices and spaghetti and all you could hear was the laughter of in New York you smelled gas,sickness,spoiled food,and you could loud cars,shouting people,dogs barking,and telephone's it hurt my sensitive hearing with how loud it was,and my poor nose ached from the terrible smell of rotting food as we passed an ,we came to the dog park-where Danny let me off my like any other dog,I ran off.

That was a bad idea.

It was many hours later into the evening when I realized that Danny had gone missing.I thought he had probably gone to talk to his boss about the I sat by the bench and waited for him to come back.I waited for what seemed like hours,and still he didn't come had started raining an hour before,so I made my way to Danny's house.

By the time I had made it home,my fur was soaked and dirty,and I reeked of chien mouillé.I heard laughing from inside and I looked through the window to see Danny and Carla holding a 6 week old puppy that looked exactly like me and,my heart broken,I made my way to the park.

I couldn't believe Danny did this to me,did he not want me anymore?

I shook my fur free of water and ducked under a bird bath and took my collar cursive letters on a gold tag it said,'Miggs'and on the other it said,'If lost,please call Danny Mordecucci at 443-886-4532'.I threw it down and stepped on it-denting the lightning flashed across the sky,I made my way to a boat dock and hid under some steps.I cried myself to sleep,and promised myself that I'd never trust to another human again.

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I awoke to the blinding light of the sun peeking through the stairs cracks.I yawned and stretched before making my way over to the water to take a drink.

"Who are you?I'm Oliver."a voice said,and I turned to see an orange tilted his head in confusion when I sat on my haunches with a smile." Je suis vous parlez français?"I said,and he looked at me in shock."What?"He stuttered,and I giggled.

"I'm Miggs."I smiled,with a little 'oh.'

"I haven't seen you around before,are you new to New York?"He asked,and I shook my head 'no'.

"I've been here for 9 months.I had an owner but he abandoned me."I said,and he ,I heard growling and I looked over my soldier to see 2 huge Doberman's-both must have been skin was burned in some places,and they looked angry.

" .I-I thought you two died on that bridge."Oliver mewed,hiding behing me.

"You're gonna be hoping we were move,girl."One with a blue collar snarled,and I felt anger rise in me.

"Leave him alone connards."I snarled,moving in front of Oliver to shield him from them.

" won't tell you again,girl."The one with the red collar glowered,and I bared my teeth."Run,Oliver!"I barked,and he nodded before climbing up the looked back at me one last time before he left-probably to go get two males turned to me angrly,their teeth bared,and their brows furrowed.

"You're gonna pay for that,girl."The blue one snarled,as they closed in on me.

"venir et m'obtenir, les bâtards."I snarled,before booking it down the alleyway.I could hear them running after me,and I sped ,something grabbed onto my foot and yanked me into the air upside down.A few minutes later,the two dogs appeared in my line of vision-with smirks on their faces.

"A que riez-vous, les visages de bout ?."I said,and they frowned in confusion before deciding I wasn't worth listening to and layed down.I got bored so I sang to myself,a lullaby my mother used to sing to me.

"Un petit chiot sort une nuit,

prenant des papillons et jouant avec léger

Un petit chiot qui est si spécial qu'il montre,

Ce petit chiot qui est les lueurs de sourire.

Comment spécial pouvoir elle est ?

Bien vous attendrez et verrez qu'Elle

Est des timide et cris, et il est dit,

Elle a un coeur d'or.

Comment spécial pouvoir elle est ?

L'un qui signifie autant d'à me."I sighed,as I was stuffed into a car.

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I woke up and groaned as my head pounded,the result of too much blood to the head." Où je suis ?"I frowned,as I looked around the cage I was in.

"Oh,you're up.I'm Roscoe. Il bel corpo che lei ha preso lì, il colpo mancato."The one with a red collar smirked,and I growled at him.

"Enfoncer hors du, les déchets."I snarled,and he smirked."Ahh,a frenchy.I like the accent there, caro."He smirked,and in walked DeSoto.

"DeSoto. Rscoe, lo Sykes ha bisogno del suo ufficio ora. Di allevare ci alla bella ragazza."He said,glancing at Roscoe then at me at the end of his 's ears seemed to perk up.

"Really? Sporgere l'attesa, il la sola cosa che lei indosserà su lei ci è."He said to me before they both left,chuckling darkly.

"Les bâtards ! a laisser m'est sortir !"I roared,even though I knew they were gone.I sank to the floor in sorrow." Quelqu'un m'aide."