It’s a dogs life…

Well, if this is a dogs life, I wish it for all of you. Pampered and cuddled and with THE BEST food on the block. I’m a princely pooch now, but it wasn’t always that way.

My story starts on a dark November night when my mother, abandoned by her bankrupt owner, was forced to bring us into this world under the the Brooklyn Bridge… It’s wasn’t glamorous but there was a fairly regular supply of old hotdog ends, from the vendor who had a monopoly on the corner…

That’s me, in the picture above, on the left.. the handsome one, ahem, but boy if you saw me back then you wouldn’t have recognised me…