I remember the first time I was held by a human. Oh, I still remember that sweet smell. Well, that is something I am really good at – smelling humans. I am so in love with their smell. Humans are good. They feed me, love me and let me lick their faces. I love to do that – lick human faces. Well, that’s how I show my emotion. And yes, there are a lot of other things I do to express my emotions. I will let you know about it some other time.

I always believed that humans are my friends. They can never think bad about me. But, things have changed a little since I met Roxie, my new neighbour. She is a pretty little Pomeranian. I met her only a week back. But since the time she came here, she has been around me all the time. That’s because her human friend keeps coming here everyday tagging her along.

While the humans get themselves busy with their thing, Roxie and I play around the backyard. During one of our conversations, she happened to tell me something that I can’t get out of my head.

She said, “I don’t like humans anymore.”

I was surprised at what she said. “Why is that?” I asked.

“Because they make us do what they like. Is this what they call love?” she said. I sensed that she was hurt emotionally.

“What happened? Why do you feel this way about them?” I probed further. I really wanted to know what made her think so.

“Christy is a good lady. But, she makes me wear all those fancy clothes. I keep protesting, but she forces me to wear them. She likes to see me in those dresses, but I feel really uncomfortable in them. I hate it. And I don’t understand what to do.”

She kept talking about her human friend, what she liked and what she hated about her. I kept listening. I didn’t know what to say. I was never treated badly. But, I knew what she said cannot be a lie. Dog’s don’t lie.

After that day, I started to talk to other dogs whenever I could. I learnt that some of the dogs are not treated well by their humans. Once, I saw a man hitting a dog on the street simply because it was littering there. I was terrified to see that. How could he do that!

Another shocking thing that I learnt from a dog friend of mine is that humans exchange dogs for some paper. Although I could not understand him completely, I remember him saying something about dog price. I started asking some more dogs about it. Some of them said they knew about it. Humans exchange dogs for something else.

That is what has made me really worried. Am I going to be exchanged for some papers? Do I have a dog price? Do humans really love me? I hope they do because I love them a lot.