The-Plaid-Clown

    The pound, the place that I was raised, and grew up in. I was born to a stray mother, who had died when I was a just about three weeks, and two siblings. I was born with limb deficiency and I wasn't able to walk very well. When my mother was caught, I went to a veterinarian to see if it had to be amputated. And it did. Now, I'm a one year old, three-legged dog who been living in the pound for his life. Well, I really had no where else to go.      I woke up in my usual cage and I can hear whimpering, howling, and the irritating sound of paws from other dogs, scratching on the cage bars. I got up, and tried to get as stable as I could. I t