Hewwo der. My name is Karma,  and dis is my story. I didn't start out as Karma.  Dat the name my mummy gave me. Before dat, my name was Precious.  Dat the name da rescue gave me. 

Before dat, well,  before dat I didn't have a name.  He, (the scary monster man), he just called me 

"the black one".           

The first year of my life, it wadn't good. I don't remember much now, dem bad things, you gotta jus let dem go, dems in da past, you know? 

I do know I was scared all da time.  I know I was der wiff my momma dog and four bruvvers. I know da mean monster man hurt me. He hurt all of us. He hurt me so bad I got a hurt spine, so dat den my legs wouldn't work good.

Dats where dis story starts, but be strong, dear friends, because dis story gots a happy ending, otay?  Dat monster man had us chained up on da side of a mountain, and we were der a very long time.  

He musta forgot to feed us an give us water cause we were vewy skinny, an all close to the forever dark sleep. Den one day, da police came and dey found me n my dog family and took us away.

Da police gave us all to a doggy rescue. I wuz in da worst way, I wuz too weak to lift my head. And I musta been trying to escape a long time, cause all my teefs were completely broken off. I guess I tried to chew myself free off dat big metal chain. 

Don't worry, dear frenz, I don't remember too much of any of dat any more...

Da rescue ladies, dey stayed wiff me dat whole first night. Dey didn't want me to do the forever dark sleep alone, just in case. 

Dey stayed wiff me, loved me, and gave me tiny little bits of food so I wouldn't get sick but could survive, and slowly get strong again.  I wuz der many months. Finally I was healthy enough that I could start looking for a forever home.

  I slowly gained weight, saw da vetty man, and he said even though my legs didn't work good,  I wasn't in any pain, and even though I still was vewy sad and scared of lots of fings, the rescue knew that I could, maybe, find someone dat might love me just the way I was, and bring out da happiness dat wuz buried deep inside me. 

Dey said I was so sweet, so that they called me Precious, and maybe I had some hope....

And den... one day... finally, a strange lady came to see me.

I still had puppy energy but when I tried to play or run around her, I fell lots, into da trees outside da rescue, into a car in da pawking lot, into da strange new ladies lap. Oooops!

 I fell lots but dat lady hugged me and laughed (and maybe cried) and I knew sumfing special was about to happen.

Dis den, friends, is da day dat a sad little broken puppy very slowly started to become a unicorn.  Dat strange lady? Did you guess? She became my mummy!!!

She didn't care dat I couldn't walk more den a few yards back then.  She didn't care dat I had no teefs. She didn't even care when, after a little time in my new home, she realised my hurt spine made me incontinent and I had no control at all over my wee or poo. 

She got me cute little shorts to wear in da house, and she put blankets EVERYWHERE, so if I felled cause of my wobbly legs, I wouldn't hurt myself!