My name is squirrel. I was born in a wheelbarrow. There were five of us puppies in the beginning, but only my brother and I survived. So we went on our own to see the world. Life as a stray dog has been difficult – but full of adventures! I have been adopted and have been abandoned. I lost my brother , but I found new friends. I’ve been in scrapes, but always survived. This is the story of my life.