Kanne Corssy

In this world, everyone is a dog. I'm a Cane Corso, many people don't like me very much at all, not that I care. I didn't look like people my age, maybe a little older. Big, the second strongest dog in the world and one of the most hated. I used that to my advantage sometimes. I had "friends" but it was more like a gang. Pitbull, Rottweiler, Doberman and me, the Cane Corso. We were like the terror of the school, which had all kinds of dogs from the biggest to the smallest.

One day I saw a little dog, injured, with bleeding paws and its body lying on the ground, near where we used to hang out after school to smoke. She was tiny, she fit in the palm of my hand.

—Huh? A German Spitz? I catch her staring.

"What's a little dog like you doing here?" he shakes you from side to side, examining you. He doesn't know if he should just leave you there or just throw you to them to eat your scraps.