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Dear Mom and Dad,

I died today. You got tired of me and took me to the shelter. They were overcrowded and I drew an unlucky number. I am in a black plastic bag in a landfill now. Some other puppy will get the barely used leash you left. My collar was dirty and too small, but the lady took it off before she sent me to the Rainbow Bridge.

Would I still be at home if I hadn't chewed your shoe? I didn't know what it was, but it was leather, and it was on the floor. I was just playing. You forgot to get puppy toys.

Would I still be at home if I had been housebroken? Rubbing my nose in what I did only made me ashamed that I had to go at all. There are books and obedience teachers that would have taught you how to teach me to go to the door.

Would I still be at home if I hadn't brought fleas into the house? Without anti-flea medicine, I couldn't get them off of me after you left me in the yard for days.

Would I still be at home ill hadn't barked? I was only saying, "I'm scared, I'm lonely, I'm here, I'm here! I want to be your best friend."

Would I still be at home if I had made you happy? Hitting me didn't make me learn how.

Would I still be at home if you had taken the time to care for me and to teach manners to me? You didn't pay attention to me after the first week or so, but I spent all my time waiting for you to love me.

I died today.

Love, Your Puppy

AM I FAMOUS NOW?


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.
I left home today.I didn't want to go, so I hid behind my mama and my three littermates that were left.
You picked me up and carried me away,even though you said you were concerned about me hiding from you.
I wanted to love you, but I don't think you liked me... One day, you said, I would be famous.
I wonder: is famous the same as fun and good times?

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. I can't eat too much because it will be bad for my bones. I can't growl or nip when the children are mean to me.
So I run away pretending 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 me and says loud things. Sometimes my food smells bad but I eat it anyway.

Today I had 12 puppies.
They are so wonderful and warm.
Am I famous now?

I wish I could go play with my puppies, 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 scratch and worry my fur.I am so hungry - I wish someone would throw me some food.
I am also very thirsty.
I now have eight babies.
Four got cold during the night and I couldn't make them warm again. They are gone.
We are all 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, so someone came to take us away. A man 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 do miss them. They are gone.Am I famous now?
This place smells of urine, fear and sickness. Why am I here?
I was beautiful like my ancestors.
Now I am hungry, dirty, in pain unloved and unwanted. Maybe the worst is...nobody cares.
>Noboby comes, though I do try to be good.
Today someone came, they put a rope on my neck and lead me to a room.
It is very clean and has a shiny table.
They put me on the table.

Someone holds me, and hugs me.It feels good!!! Now I feel tired and I lay my head down.

I reach my paw for this last one who cares..... Today someone cared..................

AM I FAMOUS NOW?

Backyard Dog...

A sad, lonely, bewildered dog, tied alone in the backyard, suffers...and what kind of person wants to maintain suffering?

Backyard dogs are surrendered daily to animal shelters acrossed the country. These animals are the most dysfunctional members of the K9 world; deprived of a dog's most basic need, companionship...they suffer a miserable, solitary life.

You see one in every community, rich or poor-it doesn't matter; a dog tied out day after day to a back porch, a fence or a rickety, leaking dog house, lying lonely on a bed of bare, packed dirt. The water bowl (if there is one) is usually empty or just out of reach. If asked, the owner will reply that "...the stupid dog doesn't know enough to keep the chain from tipping the bowl and spilling the water so he will just have to do without." "Can't be running back and forth all day tending to that hound!"

Abandoned-but chained up-the backyard dog cannot move to shelter, comfort and companionship. In the winter, subjected to the fierce blast of the Arctic wind, they shiver, freeze and suffer from frostbite and arthritis. In the summer, under the relentless hot summer sun, they pant and cook and suffer the bites and torments of thousands of insects...year 'round they suffer.

Dogs are "pack animals" which means they live in groups. Domesticated dogs no longer have packs of other dogs to live with so their "human family" becomes their pack. To be tied out away from their "pack' goes against the very nature of the dog. Of course, dogs can be forced to live away from their pack. But to force this kind of life on your dog is a cruel thing to do when you are aware of his basic need for companionship.

If you have doubts, think of all the wining, clawing, barking dogs you have seen tied out alone. They are trying to get someone's attention to their plight. Failing to do so, they will, in time, become either hyper or listless or perhaps fearful and vicious, when the stress of solitary confinement becomes too much for them to endure any longer.

People who keep their dogs tied out are quick to rationalize it by saying, "they spend a lot of time with their pets." But the truth is, when the weather is hot, cold or stormy, these animals are at most, tended to long enough to drop a bowl of food and water in front of them and a quick pat on the head. The poor dog is then left to endure another lonely, miserable twenty-three hours and fifty nine minutes of solitary confinement.

Dogs offer people the gifts of steadfast devotion, abiding love and companionship. Unless people can accept the responsibility of returning these offerings in kind, then they would best not own a dog. A sad, lonely, bewildered dog, tied alone in the backyard, suffers and what kind of person wants to maintain suffering?

PLEASE BE A RESPONSIBLE DOG OWNER!!!!

WARNING THIS IS A HEARTBREAKER BUT IS IMPORTANT TO LET PEOPLE KNOW
.....please share this to let the public know the horror and heartbreak of BYB and Pet Shop Puppies...


I don't remember much from the place I was born. It was cramped and dark, and we were
never played with by the humans. I remember Mom and her soft fur, but she was often sick,
and very thin. She had hardly any milk for me and my brothers and sisters. I remember many
of them dying, and I missed them so.

I do remember the day I was taken from Mom. I was so sad and scared, my
milk teeth had only just come in, and I really should have been with Mom still,
but she was so sick, and the Humans kept saying that they wanted money and were
sick of the "mess" that me and my sister made. So we were crated up and taken
to strange place. Just the two of us. We huddled together and were scared,
still no human hands came to pet or love us.

So many sights and sounds, and smells! We are in a store where there are
many different animals! Some that squawk! some that meow! Some that Peep! My
sister and I are jammed into a small cage, I hear other puppies here. I see
humans look at me, I like the 'little humans', the kids. they look so sweet,
and fun, like they would play with me!

All day we stay in the small cage, sometimes mean people will hit the glass
and frighten us, every once in a while we are taken out to be held or shown
to humans. Some are gentle some hurt us, we always hear "Aw they are So cute! I
want one!" but we never get to go with any.

My sister died last night, when the store was dark. I lay my head on her
soft fur and felt the life leave her small thin body. I had heard them say
she was sick, and that I should be sold as a "discount price" so that I would
quickly leave the store. I think my soft whine was the only one that mourned
for her as her body was taken out of the cage in the morning and dumped.

Today, a family came and bought me! Oh happy day! They are a nice family,
they really, really wanted me! They had bought a dish and food and the little
girl held me so tenderly in her arms. I love her so much! The mom and dad say
what a sweet and good puppy I am! I am named Angel. I love to lick new humans!
The family takes such good care of me, they are loving and tender and sweet.
They gentle teach me right and wrong, give me good food, and lots of love! I
want only to please these wonderful people! I love the little girl and I enjoy
running and playing with her.

Today I went to the veterinarian. it was a strange place and I was
frightened. I got some shots, but my best friend the little girl held me softly and said it would be OK.

So I relaxed.
The Vet must have said sad words to my beloved family, because they looked awfully sad.
I heard Severe hip dysplacia, and something about my heart... I heard the vet say something about, back
yard breeders and my parents not being tested. I know not what
any of that means, just that it hurts me to see my family so sad. but they still
love me, and I still love them very much!


I am 6 months old now. Where most other puppies are robust and rowdy, It
hurts me terribly just to move. The pain never lets up. It hurts to run and
play with my beloved little girl, and I find it hard to breath. I keep trying
my best to be the strong pup I know I am supposed to be, but it is so hard.
it breaks my heart to see the little girl so sad, and to hear the Mom and Dad;
"talk about "it might now be the time".
Several times I have went to that veterinarians place, and the news is never good.
Always talk about Congenital Problems.
I just want to feel the warm sunshine and run, and play and nuzzle with my family.

Last night was the worst, Pain has been my constant now,
it hurts even to get up and get a drink. I try to get up but can only whine in pain.
I taken in the car one last time. Everyone is so sad, and I don't know why. Have I been bad?
I try to be good and loving, what have I done wrong? Oh if only this
pain would be gone! If only I could soothe the tears of the little girl.
I reach out my muzzle to lick her hand, but can only whine in pain.
The veterinarians table is so cold. I am so frightened. The humans all hug
and love me, they cry into my soft fur. I can feel their love and sadness. I
manage to lick softly their hands. Even the vet doesn't seem so scary today.
Hhe is gentle and I sense some kind of relief for my pain. The little girl
hold me softly and I thank her, for giving me all her love. I feel a soft
pinch in my foreleg. The pain is beginning to lift, I am beginning to feel
a peace descend upon me. I can now softly lick her hand.
My vision is becoming dreamlike now, and I see my Mother and my brothers and sisters,
in a far off green place. They tell me there is no pain there,
only peace and happiness. I tell the family, good-bye in the only way I know how, a soft wag
of my tail and a nuzzle of my nose.

I had hoped to spend many, many moons with
them, but it was not meant to be. "
You see," said the veterinarian "Pet shop puppies do not come from ethical breeders."
The pain ends now, and I know it will be many years until I see my beloved
family again. If only things could have been different.

(This story may be published or reprinted in the hopes that it will stop unethical breeders
and those who breed only for money and not for the betterment of the breed.
Copywrite 1999 J. Ellis)

The Meaning of Rescue


Now that I'm home, bathed, settled and fed,
All nicely tucked in my warm new bed.
I'd like to open my baggage
Lest I forget,
There is so much to carry -
So much to regret.
Hmm . . . Yes there it is, right on the top Let's unpack
Loneliness, Heartache and Loss,
And there by my leash hides Fear and Shame.
As I look on these things I tried so hard to leave
- I still have to unpack my baggage called Pain.
I loved them, the others, the ones who left me,
But I wasn't good enough - for they didn't want me.
Will you add to my baggage?
Will you help me unpack?
Or will you just look at my things -
And take me right back? Do you have the time to help me unpack?
To put away my baggage,
To never repack?
I pray that you do - I'm so tired you see,
But I do come with baggage -
Will you still want me?

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