Literature
Cesar's Tragic Life (Part 1/2)
My name is Cesar and I'm a dog.
I know it sounds redicolous but I'm not like other dogs. I was bread for fighting.
You see, I'm a rottweiler and like my parents before me, I was used as a tool.
Let me start from where it all began...
Where I come from, there's no such things as blankets for the new born puppies. I was born on a concrete floor, next to my 5 siblings. My mother was the kindest beeing on the Earth I knew. I never met my father, but my mother told me he wasn't that nice as I'd been hoping for him to be.
When I was 6 weeks old, this man picked me up and forced my mouth open. I didn't like it,why was he doing this to me? M