You can’t imagine what it’s like to be a dog locked up all day in Tsefanya’s shed. Lying around all day and holding it in – otherwise you must lie in your own pee. Gross. Even I have my limits.
There’s no light, no air, I hate it, except then I remember everything that happened, from the train ride until Tsefanya found me. It was a thousand times worse, so it’s better here. Tsefanya gives me food and water and I have a blanket here, and Lala comes to talk to me – not bad at all, to be honest. Sometimes I manage to slip out, after all the kids go home and before they come back to play soccer in the afternoon. I sneak carefully through the gap into the bushes.
Once I wasn’t careful, and the kids saw me, so I pretended to be a stray dog and walked on. I took a long detour, checked they were gone, and returned to the shed. Today was Lala’s apology day. It was wonderful. Simply wonderful. She remembered the thousand ways to do everything and chose a different path. Of course I heard. What do you think? You’d have to be deaf not to hear the school PA. Besides, it was right here, in the field, near the shed. At first I thought she was just going to say “sorry” and that’s it, but then she said all those things, and I just wanted to run ten laps around the playground, and jump on her and lick her all over the face, and bark at everyone that she’s my girl!!! You hear??? Mine!!! My girl!!!!

But I can’t, right? So now you understand what it’s like to be a dog locked up all day in Tsefanya’s shed.