In the Eyes of a Pit Bull

I am telling you my story behind the bars of a jail. The evil stares I get for listening to my owner I thought cared about me. I ended up with only tragedy accumulating in my thoughts. I don't understand the human language, but one thing I do understand is my dog instincts. I remember I was put in the arena. It smelt of past bloody battles. I remember the brutal training my owner ceased upon me yet I do not understand nor like this gory sport. I had an opponent twice my size. The jaws of the beast before my eyes were enormous as they clamped down on my wrinkly skin. The pain was excruciating. It shot not only up my leg, but through my body. I let out a blood-curling cry. Not a cry of pain, but a cry for forgiveness for whatever I did to my owner to make him put me through this torture. Behind me I could hear the cheering, the shouting. I could hear my owner's distinct shouting behind me. A flood of memories drown me. I remembered that shouting of when I went through the horrific training. I shook the memories away, this wasn't the time to think of that. I lunged forward, towards the beast that stood before me. I closed my eyes, I loved my owner, or so I thought, and wanted to make him happy. I bit down as hard as I could. Suddenly I heard the high-pitching yowling of the sirens that distracted me from the gory battle. I let go and suddenly felt something tighten around my neck. I looked up to see a man in tan clothing, I have heard about them. Animal Control. And so I was taken away. That is my story of the past days. All because we are animals, not as strong, not as intelligent in some ways, doesn't mean you can take advantage of us. Deep down I am a sweet dog, deep down I know how to love. All because I am a dog and do not speak the human language, doesn't mean you can take my dignity away, leave me on the streets carelessly, or worse locked in here. Here I am, telling you my story from behind the bars of a jail.