Hi there, my name is Millie and I want to tell you my story.
I was adopted when I was very young.
For weeks I refused to sleep in my own bed, I ate my food really quickly, I wasn't toilet trained and I destroyed all the nice things that were given to me.
Being adopted is supposed to be amazing - but it didn't feel it.
My birth mum was a great, she fed me, she cuddled me and it wasn't her fault I was taken from her.
Now I'm settled in my new home people still stare at me and my new mum.
The thing is I'm scared. People really scare me as they are unpredictable and I can't rely on them.
I will shout at you if you get too close.
I'm not very good at playing with my friends.
I find it hard to share because I'm frightened that, in the end, what I love will get taken away from me and never be returned- just like my birth mum was.
Sometimes I even purposefully break the nice things that are given to me. I do this because I'd rather get rid of it than have it taken away from me.
It was hard to trust again. But I did it. I trust my new family as much as I can.
Please don't judge me, point and stare. Please don't run away from me - I've had enough rejection in my life.
If Millie was a child would you judge her or me as her parent? I'm guessing not....
Well Millie is my dog - please don't think she's viscous, badly behaved or antisocial. She's a beautiful, clever dog who happened to be a rescue.
I hope that in the future fellow dog owners around the UK can accept her and her reactivities. They are not her fault. I've given her a chance, please will you?