I'm just a puppy,scared, cold and dirty and hungry. This man stole me from my mother. Barely a month old. He put me in a bag full of scrap metal that cut and scratched at my skin and took me to a scrapyard and he sold me to a human  woman. She had another puppy. Apparently he's my brother. Apparently we have the same father but different mothers. The second the human woman took me and held me, I felt safe and warm. I had a home.

I'm tiny, my brown body with white patches and tiny paws. Human mom said I wasn't going to get very big. Human mom has three children. Their names are Sarah (apparently she's the oldest), Tristan who is apparently the middle child and Paislea who is a small human, I think she is the runt of the litter and the youngest.

Human mom brought me home. Her other puppy, Teddy his name was, didn't like me at first. Especially when it was feeding time. They had to separate our food and water bowls. My place of eating was in the lounge and Teddy's place of eating was in the kitchen.

"What do we name him?"Human mom asked Sarah. Sarah looked at me as she rubbed my belly."Patches. His name is Patches."

And so that became my name. Patches. It was a very simple yet cute name. It took Sarah two weeks to clean the ticks and dog lice from my fur.

They used to take us outside, Teddy and I, but the nasty children outside used to throw sticks and stones at us. I don't think they liked us. I can't imagine why. Eventually they weren't allowed to take us outside. We didn't like anyone that wasn't part of our family. Well except for Sarah's best friend Jessica, Teddy liked her so much that every time she visited he used to jump her leg.

We used to alert human mom and human dad when someone was coming down the stairs or walking by our windows. Sometimes we would get praised and other times we were scolded. Especially when it was night time and everyone was sleeping.