I'm one proud dawggie...

While taking strolls in this wonderful place, my sisters and I started to wonder about how come there are so many dogs who were so lucky to be picked from a litter of pups at very young age and never was homeless or abused,and never had to sit in the cold cement floor in some shelter waiting for somebody to save them from certain death, that dreadful place where you had to breathe fear... How come we weren't so lucky? And we started thinking about that depressing place we left behind, with hundreds of others like us waiting their turn to die, to come live in home with my mom. And it dawned on us that we are the lucky ones, and we are the special ones. We have been chosen! And we have been "adopted" rather than "bought"! We are our mom's babies, not, oh most definitely not merchandise! I'm so very proud because I am one of the most loved dawggie! Yippeeeee!!!!!!

I was supposed to die in the shelter because nobody wanted- me...

I love my life! It's muttastic! I get to play with my big sister Georgia inside the house. Georgia doesn't like to go outside, so I only play with her inside. I think her previous life was unimaginably worse, but she doesn't want to talk about it. It's cool because I only like to play!!! But my previous life wasn't a happy one either. I wanted some human who I could love and cherish. I wanted that touch so much, but I lived in a kennel in a shelter where I could smell death and feel the fear of all the others who cried an shivered. I was too young to be that scared but I knew something wasn't right.

It's a blur what my life was before somebody took me to the shelter... I think I was way younger. But it probably happened like this since I heard it from many others in the shelter: some people had their dog, and didn't bother to fix them. They either lost their dogs or they let the dogs run loose in the neighborhood. And the dogs met other dogs who were not fixed. And the dogs got together and made puppies. Some owners found out later that their dogs were prego but they didn't want the puppies so they abandoned them. Some didn't want to bother with the prego mama dogs either, so they abandoned the prego mama dogs as well. I'm too young to understand all this, but I heard these owners are called irresponsible.

There are too many dogs like me, sad and scared, and doomed to be killed at dog pounds every single day. I'm one of the few lucky ones! And it makes me sad to think of all those puppies who lived in the same shelter with me for a while...

I'm not sure what I'm trying to say, but I think fixing the dogs is a very good thing!