What it would be like to live like a street dog

Hello! I am a street dog. Usually, street dogs don’t have a name but as I am brown in colour my friends call me Brownie. You know I feel very bad that I am a street dog, I always wanted to be a clean dog owned by rich people.

 Well, I am going to tell you about my life which is very hard and bad. I have two friends Blacky (who’s black in colour) and whity (who’s white in colour). We all search for food to fill our stomachs. Sometimes people have pity on us and give us some food and sometimes we find stale bread or bone in the dustbins to eat. Many times we don’t get food for several times and we have to suffer hunger. Some times when we are searching for food naughty children throw stones at us and we get hurt. Our life is very tough. In summers, we sleep beneath a tree or where there is a little shade. But in the winters its almost impossible to sleep outside. We feel so cold sleeping outdoors but we can't do anything. At that time we think of the dogs who live in their kennels. How warm it must be! And even beat us with sticks which is very painful! So now you know who street dogs survive.