On the leash

I feel so weak, of course, I could fight back. But they are stronger than me and would hurt me. Besides, I wouldn't know where to run after that. Surely someone would catch me and bring me back, but I really don't want to experience that, so I keep a good face.

I was just torn away from my brothers at that time, until they we're just playing together, when someone grabbed me and threw me into a big iron cage.

I couldn't even say goodbye, and just saw everyone asking me questions and looking at me worriedly.

The family with whom I currently live could probably have done worse for me.

I was given my own place to sleep.

There is always enough water for me and twice a day I get a meal.

The somewhat smaller owners often play with me and gently stroke my head.

The big one, however, is sometimes very angry when he comes home and instead of greeting me. He pushes me away as if I wasn't there; I am nice to him all the time, but only because I want something to eat.

Fortunately, I am also let out often.

The house is located on a large property and there is enough space for me to run and romp we also often go for walks preferably with the little ones always, if I discover something new, you wait patiently for me and sometimes even make me the leash off.

Only the big, he is sometimes very brutal.

I am not always allowed to explore everything with him.

Sometimes he pulls with his tentacles on the big leash, so that I fall on my knees and have to push myself up with my hands.