HELP!

I managed to smuggle this message out, but I have to keep it short.

This is NOT what they promised it would be like.
Indoor-outdoor living, a private luxury suite, a vacation...NOT!
They have put us in a concrete prison cell with only one blankie each and a new (rottweiler) toy for some company. I don't know if we'll ever see grass or trees or a sofa again.
There are other dogs here and they don't look happy. We might have to organize.

Mama didn't even say goodbye.
I don't know if I can ever forgive her for this.

They said two weeks. Keep us in your thoughts till then.
I'll be strong. No one can make me miserable without my permission.
I'll be back.