Photo Comments Age: 10 Years Sex: Male Weight: 1-10 lbs
Leave a bone for Orlando aka Gremlin (Adopted)
Dogster stats for Orlando aka Gremlin (Adopted)
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December 11th 2006
He wasn't to happy at the shelter
Right now he is a back yard Dude.
I am affectionately known all over the web as the “Gremlin”. I have just turned 7 weeks old and I weigh about 6 pounds, I think. The place that weighed me said the scale wasn’t working, too well. I have just received a very impressive name from my new owner, even though I have not yet met her. She will call me “Orlando”!!! That sounds like a really important name, doesn’t it! I hope she will like me…I am lonely…I wonder if she is lonely, too…
I don’t know where I was born, because I never got to know my home. I hardly even knew my dam. I have vague memories of cuddling up against her, and the feeling of her warmth. I remember suckling nice warm milk, and going to sleep, my belly full, against her body. Then, one day, when I was about 3 weeks old, my life changed… Rough hands snatched me away from my dam, and I was shoved into an empty cardboard box, in the back of a pick-up truck. The top of the box was then taped closed, and everything was as dark as the middle of the night. It was so cold in the back of the truck- I couldn’t see out, and I was so scared. (I know I am supposed to be a brave breed, but I am just a little baby- I have no worldly experience.) The truck engine started, and we began to move… I bounced around the back of the truck for a long, long time. Finally, the truck stopped, the top of the box was opened, and I could see out, once again. I was so cold I was shivering.
The man with the gruff, deep voice and rough hands reached into the box and picked me up. WOW! Maybe he was going to hold me close, and tell me how much he loved me!!!!! I would welcome the warmth of his body, and I got ready to cover his face with kisses. Wow- I WAS a lucky puppy, after all!!!! I began to wag my tail, and I reached up to lick his face, but he jerked his head away from me. I was only trying to show him how much I loved being held- why couldn’t he even look at me? Well, I was grateful for the warmth, anyway.
What a strange building we were going into. No one looked very friendly, at all. There was lots of noise in the background- I could hear lots of barking- but it didn’t sound like the barks of my family. The barking sounded sad and frightened. What kind of a place was this???
“Too many” said the man who was holding me, and then he handed me off to another. WOW! Maybe this person would hold me close!!!! I started to wag my tail again, and I leaned up and planted a kiss on the cheek of the lady who held me. She looked at me and sighed- her eyes seemed a little sad. She walked away with me, and my person never even looked back at me…I watched him walk away. I guess he was going to come back for me later…
Later never came… Someone came and took a picture of me, before I was shoved into a cage. I missed my dam and the taste of her warm sweet milk. I was hungry. Where were my brothers and sisters, I wondered…My belly was grumbling. Finally, the cage door was opened and 2 bowls were put in front of me. ???????? What the heck is this????? It smelled ok, and I was hungry, but I had no idea what I was supposed to do with the bowl or the stuff in it…I had little weensy teeth that couldn’t yet chew… I licked it, and it was cold and lumpy. It got caught in my throat and made me cough. There was another bowl- I stuck my nose in it…WOW- I didn’t see anything in the bowl, but my whole nose got soaking wet!!! It was liquid, like my dam’s milk but it was hard to drink, and I think I got more ON my nose than in my mouth…
People would come by my cage and look at me. Sometimes they played with me, and told me how cute I was, but in the end, they always said something about me being too young, too much trouble to take care of, or maybe growing too big, and they walked away. I was alone, again… Sadly, one day was much like another. I kept hearing the word *time*. I didn’t know what it meant, but whenever that word was said, looks were shot in my direction, and eyes were lowered. I heard them talking about me and saying something like “one last chance”, and if that didn’t work….then their voices would drop off…
I woke up the next morning, and my little head hurt. I felt like I was all stuffed up, my nose was running a little, my eyes were gooey and I was starting to cough. A man came and gave me a needle- OUCH!!!!! That hurt!!! They talked and looked in my direction, and said maybe if they took me downstairs, to the special room, I would get adopted…Thursday is adoption day. They said it was my “last chance” whatever that meant…
I saw people come into this special room. I saw others like me in cages, there, as well. I watched as the others were taken out of cages and hugged, and saw happy faces walking out the door, and watched those who were chosen, wag their tails. No one picked me. I heard the *time* word mentioned again, and someone said I had been there for 3 weeks. I don’t think that was a good thing because they didn’t seem happy.
Suddenly, a telephone rang, and shortly, someone opened my cage, picked me up, and brought me into the office. I wagged my tail- it felt so nice to be held…Someone wanted to take my picture again, so I smiled my biggest little Gremlin smile for the camera.
Then they put me down on the floor and took some more pictures- they let me run around the office, and it felt so good to be out of the cage. I almost forgot I was feeling a little sick. The phone rang again, and this time the lady that brought me to the office seemed a little happier. She said “yes”, I was a “very sweet pup”- well, of course I am! I heard her ask for a name and repeat numbers and then I heard her say I could stay in the office until I was picked up!!!
They say I have to be neutered- I don’t know what that means, either! They won’t let me go to my new home without this operation! I have to have an operation? I am only 7 weeks old, and I have a headache and a cough! They say if I don’t have this operation, I cannot leave the shelter, to go to a new home, and I will have to be euthanized. What the heck does being euthanized mean????????? Does it hurt? Well I have no voice – I am just a little baby puppy. They say I have already used up *my time*… 3 weeks and I have already been here that long. (There is that *time* word again… It must be something really important!)
I was picked up this morning by a really nice man and taken to the vet’s office. He was so kind and his hands were gentle. He smiled at me and spoke in a soft voice. I think he likes me!!! People call him Carl, and I think that is a very beautiful name. He has a good heart- I can tell by looking into his eyes. He helped to save my life, because without him, there would have been no one to hold me till I could get to my new home. He is a “foster” something? I am too little to know what that means. I wonder if will come back for me- I really like him a lot…
…Yippee!!!! Carl came back and he picked me up! I told you he was kind- I am a smart puppy and I know what I know… With some medicine, I should be feeling better, and soon, I will be going to my forever home. I thank all of you who posted my pictures on the web. I thank all of you who have offered to help me to get to my new home where I will have to someone who will love me, who I will most definitely love back, with all my heart. I am finally one of the lucky ones- I have found a home, and because of all of you, and your group efforts, I have been given the gift of life.
I am the Littlest Gremlin, and this is my story. Please, do not support puppy mills or anyone who purchases puppies from puppy mills, especially to resell. Please do not purchase or support pet store puppy sales. Puppies that don’t make the “A’ cut or the “B” cut end up where I did. Many go into the building I wrote about- most never live to come out. People mass produce puppies like me, when they know there is a market for peddling flesh… Please do not ever forget that I am NOT a commodity- I am “The Gremlin” and that about says it all…
The Gremlin’s story was written by Marjorie Zimmerman
Orlando is hangin' with me and my crew waiting for a ride to CA to meet his new Mom.
UPDATE 2-21-07: Orlando is now in California with his new Mom.
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Orlando...The Littlest Gremlin
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