"Alright. Do you have a home...?" I asked, trailing off. These questions were getting very awkward to ask, since I was a shy, introverted wolf.

"....No. I might as well tell you why I showed up at your door... It's only fitting." Spoke Ollie, drifting off into the distance.

"Before I came here, I was at a pound. Now, during the night of the battle of the sisters, humans spotted me, and somehow, somepony had a 'kill pound' for dogs, and cats. I never even knew Equestria had pounds! I've only heard of pounds in the human world... But, anyway, on that night I was only a small puppy... About, three moons old.

When I arrived at the pound, I was scared to death. I was always scared of being the one killed right away, or making friends and seeing them killed, I was scared of everything! Now, you may be wondering: 'Are your friends still at the pound?' No. I had no friends. All of the dogs that were brought there had been terribly abused, and traumatized by their owners that they didn't know how to act toward me. They probably thought I was going to hurt them or something, so they proved they were stronger... Day after day... Year after year... Until one day, I was the only one left. And, I was the most hated, too.

One day, I heard the ponies running the place say that they were going to kill me the next day, so, that night, I gathered my collar that I had been working on, and I escaped. I ran and ran and ran, until no one could see me... Somehow, I ended up in the Everfree, and I sensed canine, so, I came to your door...  And, that's my story... Heh." Ollie finished, tears in his eyes.