You were just a young dog, a little bigger than a puppy, but still too small to defend yourself from the cold, rain and loneliness. Your world consisted of a short chain, a patch of muddy ground and the shade under a tree that was your only hiding place. Your owners rarely paid any attention to you - they threw food when they remembered and ignored you most of the day. One day a large car pulled into the driveway. It had dark windows and a strong, deep engine sound. Two men and a woman got out of it. You smelled something new - they were not like your owners. One of them crouched down next to you and held out a fragrant treat. You hesitated, but the hunger was stronger. As you chewed the morsel, the other man gently unfastened your collar. You didn't know what was happening. Fear gripped your throat, but the hands that lifted you were not rough. They were strong, but gentle. They carried you to the open trunk, where there was a cage with a soft blanket. It smelled of warmth and something pleasant that you couldn't name. When the door closed, you heard the woman talking to your owners. Her voice was firm. She said something about taking you away, about no pets. Your owners were shouting, but this time their voices didn't matter anymore. The car started moving. You didn't know where you were going, but you felt that this wasn't the end. This was the beginning. The beginning of a new life.