I was born
today. One of 10. My daddy was very famous. I
have lots of half brothers and sisters. My mother is very
famous. Since she got famous, she has only had puppies.
No
more loving hands, no more fun trips - just puppies. She
is
always sad when they leave her.
I left home today. I didn't want to go, so I hid behind
my
mama and my three litter mates that were left. I didn't
like
you. But one day they said I would be famous. I wonder,
is
famous the same as fun and good times? So you picked me
up
and carried me away, even though you were concerned about
me
hiding from you. I don't think you like me.
My new home is far away. I am scared and afraid. My heart
says BE BRAVE. My ancestors were. Did they go to good
homes
like mine? I'm hungry because I can't eat too much
because
it will be bad for my bones. I can't bite or snap when
the
children are mean to me. I just run and play and pretend
I
am in a big green field with butterflies and robins and
frogs.
I can't understand why they kick me. I am quiet, but the
man
hits and says loud things. The lady doesn't feed me good
things like I had with my mother. She just throws dry
food
on the ground, then goes away before I can get too close
for
touching and petting. Sometimes my food smells bad but I
eat
it anyway.
Today I had 10 puppies. They are so wonderful and warm.
Am I
famous now? I wish I could play with them, but they are
so
tiny. I am so young and playful that it is hard to lay
here
in this hole under the house nursing my puppies.. They
are
crying now. I am so hungry. I scratch and worry my fur. I
wish someone would throw me some food. I am also very
thirsty. I now have eight. Two got cold during the night
and
I couldn't make them warm again. They are gone. We are
all
very weak. Maybe if I take them out on the porch, we can
get
some food.
Today they took us away. It was too much trouble to feed
us
and someone came to take us away. Someone grabbed my
puppies, they were crying and whimpering. We were put in
a
truck with boxes in it. Are my babies famous now? I hope
so,
because I miss them. They are gone.
The place smelled of urine, fear and sickness. Why was I
here? I was beautiful, like my ancestors. Now I am hungry,
dirty, in pain and unwanted. Maybe the worst is unwanted.
No
one came though I tried to be good.
Today someone came. They put a rope on my neck and led me
to
a room that was very clean and had a shiny table. They
put
me on the table. Someone hugged me. It felt so good!!!
Then
I felt tired and laid over the arm of the last one who
cared.
I AM FAMOUS NOW.
Today someone cared.
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