The voiceless pain of a breeding mother...

The stable is dark and cold. My name is „Dog“, I am four years old and was born in this darkness. I have a chain around my neck that is way too tight. It says „Number 286“ and I live in kennel number 5, right next to my mother. My aunt lives on the other side, and behind me, my sister barks. Well, we are all somehow related in here...

I am pregrant for almost 60 days now, and I will be giving birth for the 7^th time. I have never left this stable. My mom told me stories about green grass and sunlight, but I have never seen it myself. My stomach rumbles – I am sooo hungry! I hope we will get a little bit of bread this evening.

A couple of days later...

I gave birth to my puppies during the night. Born into the darkness and coldness I call home. 5 little puppies lie on the cold floor and I try to keep them warm with my pinched body. A small girl doesn't move anymore. I nudge her with my nose, but she didn't survive the first hours. The other puppies are pushing at the milk bar – I don't have enough milk, so my little babies will be as hungry as I am.

Then the guy comes and looks into my kennel. He takes the dead puppy without saying a word, and carelessly throws it into a bucket. I crawl back to the other puppies and put myself over them protectively. I get some pieces of bread, which I devour hastily.
Then the door closes and I am alone with my babies again .

Five weeks later...

The door opens forcefully and I fearfully jump into the corner. But no! The guy picks up my puppies and takes them all away! I start barking and want to protect my children. But I feel a hard kick into my stomach. I am thrown into the corner, and when I come to my mind, my babies are gone! Again, they have taken them all away from me! Always again and again, always the same! I lie down and sadly try to keep the smell of my puppies, that slowly blows off...my teats are getting hotter and harder – it hurts and I intensively feel the place where the boot had hit me! I whimper. Where are my babies? They need to drink, my teats hurt so much. But I am alone again in my darkness and coldness.

I repeatedly feel cold and hot. I am lying in the corner, so tired. The fever makes me shiver and I am anxious about my babies. How are they doing now? Are they in a warm and lightful place?

They are my last thought as I fall asleep...

A couple of hours later, the guy comes back and looks into the kennel: „Hey, get the barrow, here's a dead one.“

Only a story?“ Unfortunately not! Countless bitches have to endure this gruesome reality every day, as they are kept for the sake of profit of ruthless breeders in absolutely lifedisdaining conditions. In a place near you – they live right in our middle! You want to do something against this? Then please, don't buy cheap puppies over the internet or the newspaper! The mother of your dog could be dog number 286 from kennel 5.