Dogster

return to top

The life of JD

Where'd they go?!

Ok, so my life now compared to my life before is GREAT. Plus, I've already got Mom trained to write my diary for me - this is a big thing because I'm so young I get distracted easily. If you heard what I really think like it'd be this: Ooooh, food! Oooh, wubbie (he's my stuffed sheltie). Ooooh, Tory! Oooh, food! Oooh, grass! Oooh, squirrel! So, see, she has to do a lot of reading between the lines to make anything comprehensible come out onto paper (ooooh, paper!)

Anyhow, back to my thought. My life is great. Compared to what it was just a month ago, when I was with LOTS of other dogs, waiting for a home. And what it was before that, when I was going to be euthanized (that's a long word for a little puppy to know) just because I wasn't going to make my dog-mom's owners any money, this is heaven. Plus I got a BROTHER!!! He has a long fluffy tail that I can pull on - sometimes I manage to drag him backwards this way!

But, see, Monday got me worried. We'd gone to the V-E-T before (I don' t know what it is, but that's how Mom and Dad say it) but all they did was poke me with needles. Monday, though... Mom left me there - LEFT ME! - and then they put me in a crate, and then they poked me more with needles, and then I went to sleep and when I woke up I hurt. PLUS I'm missing something...down there.... To make matters worse, Mom and Dad won't let me run around as much and yell at me if I lick myself - something about stitches and infection. Do you think they know what happened to me at the V-E-T? I don't think so, they wouldn't send a doggie in to lose parts of him, would they? But, I keep crawling underneath Tory, and he's missing things too.

So, I've decided V-E-Ts are bad. And I'm forgiving Mom (Dad's good, he didn't take me there, he came to rescue me). But if she makes me go back again, I'm going to be a very unhappy puppy.