I’m only two years old, but my story started in a place no puppy should ever know.

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I was taken away from my mom and siblings and ended up chained to an old truck. A heavy chain was wrapped twice around my neck. I had no shelter, and food was sometimes thrown onto the ground for me.

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I was scared.

I was lonely.

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And I didn’t understand why my life looked like that.

Then one day, someone with kind eyes came to the rusty fence.

He promised me that things were going to change.

And he kept his promise.

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He brought me to Ethan’s Hope, and that’s where I discovered something I didn’t know existed:

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Love.

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Here, people hug me. They kiss my giant face. They talk to me. They play with me. And apparently, I have discovered that TOYS ARE AMAZING.

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I have friends to play with, room to run, a soft place to sleep, and people who make sure I know every single day that I matter.

But my biggest dream?

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A family of my very own.

I dream about it all the time.

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I hope they find me soon. Because I can’t wait to take all the love I’ve learned here and give it back tenfold to the people who become mine.

I have so much love to give.

I just need someone who will promise to let me spend the rest of my life giving it.