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I
Am Famous Now
I
was born today--one of ten. My daddy is 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 and 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 ten 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 puppies. 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 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.
Author
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Please.
. .don't breed or buy while homeless pets die!
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