My memories as a small pup are a little hazy, but I remember that there were seven of us. Five boy-pups and two girl-pups. We lived in a big inside with many other dogs in Tomelloso, a small town in the south of Spain. I loved it there during the sunshine hours, but it'd get really cold during the darkness hours, and we'd all have to sleep on top of each other to stay warm.
Every once in a while, Two-Leggers would come to take a look at us, and if we were lucky, they'd take us home with them. I used to try my best to get their attention. I'd jump up, spin around, and bark as loud as I could. But as time went by, I noticed that the nervous and shy pups would get picked instead.
One day, I heard footsteps approaching my kennel; I tried my best not to get too excited so that I wouldn't scare them off. My new strategy seemed to be working! The Two-Legger walked towards my kennel, crouched down on one knee and put his hand through the bars, and in a calm voice whispered, "Hola Señor Pedro! Wanna come home with me today?". I thought I'd never get a name, let alone one as fitting as Pedro. He flung open the door, scooped me up, gave me a tight squeeze and took me to my forever home. Finally, I was adopted!
I was lucky that my Two-Legger chose me. I know I have it good, but many dogs aren't as fortunate. There are so many more out there that need our help. Some insides don't have enough Two-Leggers to help out, and some don't have enough monies to take care of them, so they have to do bad things to make room for younger, healthier pups. So many of us have never slept in a real bed, chased butterflies, or eaten eggs. So many of us are blind, sick, or need emergency care. I get so sad when I think about my friends.
That's why my Two-Legger and I decided to launch The Good Boy Foundation. We want to make sure that all dogs are well taken care of. With your help, we can make that happen. For each Pedrito NFT sold, 50% of the proceeds go to a shelter in need.