a tale of dogs
My name is Shadrach, and I am a dog, a BIG, handsome, smart, smart dog. No, I’m not vain at all, that’s what my mom always tells me, so I assume it’s true. I am now 4 1/2 years old and living a great dog life! I get exceptional quality food – my mum and dad believe in giving me organic food, with fresh vegetables and meat every day – so I can’t complain. They always buy me toys that I LOVE to terrify, because that’s what dogs do. I have my own big bed in my own bedroom and I love that. I have a large yard and I like to bark and chase pigeons and cats that dare to step on my space.
The only thing I don’t like is having to take a shower UNLESS it’s with the garden hose in the yard, that’s so much fun! The best thing is that I get LOTS, LOTS of love with hugs and kisses from my mom every day. My favorite games are tug of war and chase. I am the champion of tug of war in my house. Chase is so much fun because I’m so fast and my people can rarely catch me!
The best part of my day is going to the park where I can meet my dog friends and friends.
However, the life of this great dog was not always mine. My mom and dad have no idea who my bitch mom was or how I came to be with bad people. My mom’s cousin (whatever she is) rescued me from bad people. She discovered that I had been left alone in a dark garage to die. Bad people didn’t want to feed me or take care of me anymore, not that they never gave me much food to begin with.
I was mostly left alone on the patio, in the garage, or even in a dark bathroom at times. My mom’s cousin knows them and so my mom and dad know all this. The bad guy hit me and kicked me a lot and I don’t even know why. I guess that’s why I still don’t like a lot of men. However, I LOVE my dad and other men I know from the park who live with my girlfriends. My mom’s cousin took me home and fed me, but I had to live with her other dogs. They didn’t like me very much and beat me up every chance they got, which was usually every day! I was so skinny and small that I couldn’t defend myself and it was too cold to be outside all the time. Thank goodness my new mom and dad came to pick me up the week before Christmas four years ago.
I was pampered right away. They gave me good food several times a day. My mom wouldn’t let me eat a lot at once because my stomach was too small to handle a lot of food at once. Although she wanted to! I kept my tail tucked between my legs while eating for a long time because I was always scared. However, after a while, I knew that I could eat and that it would be safe. I got my own little bed in a kennel where I could stay and feel safe at night, in the house!
Now, life is so good. I am big and strong now and resilient. Men are more afraid of me now that I’m so big and tough looking. My coat is shiny and clean and not dull and dirty like before. My mom even gives me a special supplement that I suspect is really a treat. She puts it in a bowl and I drink every drop because it’s so good. My mom and dad really love me and now I’m happy. My only wish is that when people have a dog, they take care of it and love it. Otherwise, they better not take us home with them. We depend on our people to love and care for us and not to hurt us. We want to live with our people forever, not just until they get bored of us. So please just take us home if we can always be just with you.
Thanks, that’s my story and I’ll stick to it!
