December 11th 2011 2:44 am
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According to Mom, my synapses aren't up to par. I'm a happy doggie, just feed me, brush me and pet me.
I don't understand a lot- when Mom took us for our kennelcough shots- and to kennel when she was going on a trip, I was so scared!
I thought she was giving me up! Sniff! I tried to run. Once right back to the van (mom's dad was helping), and to the kennel, the staff had to come out!
Mommy promised it was just for a week or so, I guess I didn't understand. I was not treated well the first year of my life. Mom saw that. She stuck in there with me. Finally, I thought, I'm safe!
Then this trip! and being kenneled- I lost it totally.
Maybe it wasn't meant to be at this time. Mom is going next fall. For now, I feel so safe back home. I know I am loved and cared for.
Mom said to say: we'll be back soon to say hi to our pals.
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Great to have you back on Dogster pal!!!! It's hard being separated from our parents.
It must have been hard thinking that the humans you love might be giving you up, but I am sure that they will never do that. I'm sorry you have such unpleasant memories from your puppyhood!
You are loved.. but its hard to get through the past sometimes
Thank you, my pals. You don't even know what your words of support mean to me! As scared and mistreated as I was with my first (second?-she couldn't contact the family to ask what was wrong), she thought for maybe 2 seconds: "oh, she's so scared, how am I ever going to get her to walk and be more social?"
Then she remembered: A dog is NOT something you can "return", like something you buy at a store. Other perple do that, because the dog "doesn't fit" in their lifestyle. Others, (of which Mom adopted us older ones- one was 9!) had no choice because they lost their homes. There's a picture of Maya, hanging out mom's van (scroll down) she had her last few years in a loving pack.
Mom remembers the couple that had to give her up- they placed an ad in the paper, and when Mom responded, she was the only one, they brought her over, and Mom said- sure, she'll have a good home w/us. They cried. and said thank you.
I wish I could speak human, so I could tell my Mom what happened to me, but all I can do is put my head on her knee, look in her eyes (I get scratched behind the ears, yay), and tell her thanks, for not giving up on me.
Thanks for the hugs.