According to Lincoln
This is the fifty first published post of "Well, at Least there's that" and Lincoln wants his turn to talk. According to Lincoln... "I was rescued from a place where I was in a cage all day long. I was expected to give life, but never given a life of my own. I had lost all my beauty and was full of flees. Nobody wanted me and I wanted to run. I wanted freedom! I wanted to have my own choices. ' I was free, but I wasn't beautiful anymore. I was just a dog. My hair was long, I was afraid of everything and lifeless. I just wanted to escape. There was no hope! Then I was rescued! I still wanted to run, I mean, "who were these people, why was I here and what was going to happen next?" Then one evening a sad lady came to a camp fire and I stood beside her. I had no hope and I had no desire for her to "save" me. I just wanted to be free. Somehow I saw hope in her sad face. I just feel drawn to her. Maybe I'll have the freedom ...