submitted by Linda Tubbs Bell
I was born today, one of ten. My daddy was very famous. I have many half brothers and half sisters. My mother is also very famous. Since she became famous, she has only had puppies. No more loving hands or fun trips…just puppies. She’s always sad when they leave.
I had to go to my new home today. I didn’t want to go, so I tried to hide behind my mama and my three brothers that were left. I didn’t like this person, and I didn’t think this person liked me either. But one day, they said, I’d be famous. You picked me up and carried me away although you were concerned about my hiding from you.
My new home is far away. I am SO frightened. My heart says to “be brave” like my ancestors. Did they go to good homes like mine, I wonder? I’m hungry but if I eat a lot it could be bad for my bones. I can’t bite or snap when the children here are mean to me. I just run and play and dream that I am in a big green field with butterflies and robins. I don’t understand why they kick me. I try to be quiet, but the man here hits me and says loud things to me. The lady doesn’t feed me the good things like I had with my mother. She just throws dry food on the ground, then she walks away before I can get close enough for a touch. Sometimes my food smells very bad, but I eat it because it is all I have.
Today I had puppies. They are so wonderful and warm. Am I famous now? I wish I could play with them, but they are very tiny, and I am so young myself that it is hard to lie here in this hole caring for my babies. They are crying now…I am so hungry. I wish someone would throw me some food. I am also very thirsty, but even if I leave my babies, I know my water dish is frozen , so I cannot get a drink. Two of my babies are gone…they were very cold during the night, and I could not make them warm again. We are all very weak. Maybe if I could take them out on the porch, maybe I could find some food.
Today they took us all away. It was too much trouble to feed us and so someone came to take us away. Someone grabbed my babies. They were crying and whimpering, and I couldn’t stop them. They threw all of us into a truck with boxes in it. Are my babies famous now? I hope so, because I miss them so much. They are all gone.
This place smells of urine and fear and sickness. Why am I here? I was beautiful like my ancestors. Now I am hungry, dirty, in pain, and unwanted. Maybe the worst feeling is being unwanted…no one has come for me although I have tried very hard to be good.
Today someone came. They put a rope around my neck and led me to a room that was very clean and had a shiny table. They put me on the table. Maybe I’m famous now! Someone held me and hugged me. It felt so good! Then I felt very tired and I laid over that last person who hugged me. I guess that I am famous now. Someone finally cared…