I am not sure how I came into existence; all I know was that my intended owner had wanted a specific trait breed into me as I was supposed to be a ‘present’ for a loved one who had unfortunately passed away on the day I was to be gifted. With no-one claiming ownership obviously I was left unclaimed in this horrible pet shelter, spending all my days trying and continually failing to get adopted by anyone willing to take a chance on an unclaimed custom puppy. The staff hiding me away did not help my chances either.

The past four years of my life had been tough on me mentally, as the longer I stayed unclaimed at the shelter the less likely my chances of being adopted. Most people who came to the shelter wanted a normal puppy that was younger and cuter. So, it was no surprise when I saw a young family walk in with an annoyed looking young boy in tow, that my hopes dropped when he headed straight to the display of normal newborn puppies. I am not sure how long I stood watching them interacting all I remember was the sound of his voice.

"What are you?"