My Mind speaks...

Hi, I'm Pollie and I'm 9 yrs old. I leave in the forest, here in Alto,Michigan. Well as a pet Dog life is good for me for the first 4 yrs. They feed me constantly, they play with me, they never neglected me. They taught me tricks like, fetch, catch, sit roll over. But what I didn't get is play dead. That trick was hard. But as time had its way on me and made me old and a little frizzy. My whole life of pethood suddenly changed. They don't give me food anymore. I have to hunt wild animals in order to eat. I have to moan and beg for attention because no one plays with me anymore. I mean life in the forest is freakin boring and all fucked up but if there's someone there to take care of me, feed me, love me and pay attention to me, It woudn't be that hard. Well thank God there are some filipinos who lived here for the week. They took care of me, they made me feel special, "minahal nila ako na parang kanila." "Pinakain nila ako ng masasarap na pagkain." Salamat at may mga tao paring umaakto na tao sa mundong ito. Well I don't know how much  more I will leave my life but who's counting but I will never forget the time I had with the pinoys. Aztig sila! Sana kung pwede bisita naman ako dyan sa Pilipinas para maranasan ko naman ang buhay aso dyan.