But I AM NOT DEAD. I was dumped in the shelter. My dad told the shelter people I was mean to men. So the shelter wouldn’t let me get adopted out by the public. My only hope was if a rescue would take me. Luckily, DC SIR said they didn’t mind that I was ‘mean’ and they have a great force free training program for dogs like meI AM NOT DEAD! Although this is what DC SIR was told when they sent out requests for transport to DC. Many people recognized my photo and told DC SIR I had died after having a severe seizure. While my family received an outpouring of sympathy, I cowered in the shelter, terrified & alone not knowing what I did wrong to deserve this. I was so scared that the staff had to pull me from my cage & keep me with them while they worked during the day. I was thankful for this kindness. DC SIR wanted to make sure my family wasn’t confused about me being dead so they reached out to my mom. She let them know I did not have a massive seizure so thankfully I won’t need to see a specialist.I AM NOT DEAD. But my past is dead. I am now Naota, it means ‘honesty.’ You can call me Nao.