I came from a good home. I can't use that as an excuse.
My mom gave me milk from her nipples and both my parents
made sure to lick me whenever they could. I ended up with
a good master. I know how to fetch. I know how to roll over.
What I don't know is how I ended up in here.
For that, I can only blame that devil crack cocaine.
I thought I could handle it. Hell, I thought, I'm a
tough Pit Bull, I can handle anything. But I couldn't.
And eventually I ended up in here.
Puppies, a word of warning:
Don't smoke crack!