I’ve always considered my Master my father, but for him I was just a dog. He bought me from drunks when I was still a child and raised me like a household animal. He taught me how to hunt and kill… And I learned to speak and think thanks to a television that always ran. I thought my life was perfect, and I believed every word my Master said—until one day he sold me to a den…
In the book: psychological pressure, elements of injustice, death of minor characters. A book about personal growth—from a girl raised as a dog to the owner of a large foundation.