A Chrismtas Story. Abandoned puppy I

My name is Rod, and I am not human. I am a dog. You may ask yourself: "And how is that a dog can write?" Well. Keep reading and you'll know.

The first thing I remember in my life is darkness and stinky air. And cold. I do not have memmories of my mother, nor brothers or sisters. Only darkness, chilly cold and bad smell. I felt so bad, so scared and so lonely that I cried. I cried like dogs do. Wailing. I wailed a lot. I could not say how much time. Maybe hours. Maybe a whole night. Finally I surrended. Nobody was comming for me. Almost before birth, I was going to die...

"Mum, mum... Look!!! There is a puppy inside the dumpster!!! I think it is still alive!!!"

"Oh, dear!!! Let's pick it home. Poor puppy. Someone abandoned him in the garbage."

My next memmory is the smell of Bill. Bill is everything for me. He picked me from the dumpster. He smells like cookies and hot milk. I remember how Bill and mum took me home. The set a basket close to the fireplace for me, letting me softly on it. Then they phoned the vet, who came home quickly. "Another abandoned puppy!" he said. "How they dare. Well, the thing is that this puppy is now safe."

"How are we going to feed him?" Asked my mum.

"This is not a problem" answered the vet. "You have to give him this special milk" He picked a bottle of powder milk from his briefcase. "It's a substitutive of dog's milk. Feed the puppy every two or three hours. Seven or eight meals a day. In a week I'll be here again, for checking his progress"

The week passed calm and quiet. Bill, mum and dad took turns for feeding me.