Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

Please listen. I want to tell you my story.

I was taken away from my mother when I was a bit too young to manage on my own and given as a present to a woman. Everything went very well for the first few sun-ups and I was good boy and went out in the garden to do my business.

Then they both went out. I was all alone in a strange place. I wanted a poo but there was nobody to open the door for me. I held it in til my tummy nearly burst then I did “shameful thing” on the carpet. They came home and I went low on tummy to show how sorry and ashamed I was but they shouted and slapped me. They didn’t take me out for walks. They threw me in the garden in the cold. I was lonely and cried to be…