She was always half starved herself, so she could not feed us properly.
I am very unwilling to say much about my early life.

I have lived so long in a family where there is never a harsh word spoken, and where no one thinks of ill-treating anybody or anything; that it seems almost wrong even to think or speak of such a matter as hurting a poor dumb beast.
The man that owned my mother was a milkman.

He kept one horse and three cows, and he had a shaky old cart that he used to put his milk cans in.
I don't think there can be a worse man in the world than that milkman.
It makes me shudder now to think of him.

His name was Jenkins, and I am glad to think that he is getting punished now for his cruelty to poor dumb animals and to human beings.

If you think it is wrong that I am glad, you must remember that I am only a dog.
The first notice that he took of me when I was a little puppy, just able to stagger about, was to give me a kick that sent me into a corner of the stable.