My name is Spotty ... at least for about 3 months. The life before that I really have no memory of but somehow I feel it is better that way. It is like my brain protects me from something, so I believe whatever experience I had - it was not a good one.
About 3 months ago, I was hardly able to run as my one leg hurt and I could not control the position of my paw, I was moving along the road when something blinded me and came to a halt. It was a car and I did try running away but there was this great smell of fresh food reaching my nose and I could not resist. I had to turn back and eat it. I could not look fast enough and was in the car with no idea where I will end up - feeling totally scared.