The only owner I ever had dumped me when they got a full-time job.
I roamed the streets for months, trying to find food and somewhere to sleep.
Not a pretty sight
Eventually I got picked up and taken to a kennels where dogs like me get looked after and hopefully get a new home.
But no-one who visited the kennels liked the look of me. All long legs with my bones poking through - not everybody's idea of a cutie.
A whole year went by and then I got sent to the famous Battersea Dogs Home in London to see if I'd have better luck there.