I was born in a rich family...at least that's what I heard from people when they talk about me. They thought I would not understand when they speak. They are wrong. "They can't talk...that's the only thing they couldn't do..." But I am certainly a good listerner. I was thrown out of my mom's house when I was 1 month old...not thrown out exactly...I was left alone in a sand pond in a small public garden. Then I was found by the gardern-keepers. They are an old couple who takes care of the garden. They took me with them to their home. A small, very basic home. They don't have much...couldn't afford much. But they feed me. That's most important. I am a common dog when it comes to "pedigree". My hair is brown color. So they call me " brownie". I am a "hay dog". In China, anything that's common, cheap, they add "hay" in front to mean that it is as cheap as hay. Hay chicken, hay frog, hay snake, hay anything. Even hay people when they refer to poor people. I don't like poor people even now my own "parent" are poor. Anybody dress poorly I will bark. My job is to take care of the park, like my parents. But I like people who are friendly to me, especially those who are kind enough to feed me. Sometime there are people who come joggling in the park and waves at me. Some people when they finish practicing Taiji they would come around and give me a bit massage, I am ok with that...but those poor people when they come to the park, they seem to carry out some business suspicious. That's what I don't like. I had a brother who is a bit stronger than me. He was stollen by some people. I heard people simply put a linen bag around his head and drag him off at the back of a motorbike. They will then sell him to a restranaunt who serves dog meat. I was frightened as well as heart-broken. Since then I bark at anybody who looks suspicious. Those poor people especially. Do not come close to me. I have to protect myself.