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 brave. Did they
go to good homes like mine? I'm hungry because I can't eat too much,
as they say it will be bad for my bones. I can't snap or bite when
the children are mean to me. I just run and play, and pretend that I
am in a big green field with butterflies, 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 for
me 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
onto 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. No one came, though I tried 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. Someone hugged me. It felt so
good!!! Then I felt tired and laid over the last one who cared.
I AM FAMOUS
NOW. Today someone cared.