Life on Three Wheels

adopt 08 contest

(Per forum instructions, diary entry moved here. Makes the story line a bit jumbled with the other entry dates...)




Beginnings 7/07 - 10/07

Actually I began life on four wheels just like most of us. I am hardly more than a pup now, yet my puppyhood seems a lifetime ago, and a world away. I can't remember Mom's name, don't even recall how many brothers and sisters I had. My first couple of months were just normal puppy stuff that any country dog could bark about.

One fine autumn morning me and my pals were out exploring. We had been straying farther and farther from home base over the past several weeks. So many new things to discover! One of us discovered rolling in cow pies, another found a neat creek to splash in. It was a time of fun and exploration.

This day, we discovered what I later learned was called; 'The Road', and 'Cars'. Now we had all chased off a rabbit or two before, but these Car things were fast! They made funny blarring noises when we chased them too. We were having a blast trying to catch one, and had no clue of the danger. I went after one of them and before I knew it, I was attacked! It bit the heck out of my leg. It felt like it was on fire it hurt so much! The bone was showing through my skin. I don't even know how I made it back home, I just did it.

That was when I discovered not all packs took good care of their members. My humans did nothing! No Veternarian, no nothing, not even a bullet to put me out of my growing misery. Over a week went by and my leg kept getting worse. I grew sick and feverish. There came a time when I couldn't even get up to eat or drink.

Finally my humans took action. The whole litter was loaded up in the car and off we went... TO THE POUND!

I arrived at the shelter as a bag of skin and bones with a compound fracture of my back leg ozzing pus. My foot was swollen to twice it's normal size, and I smelled of sickness and infection.

Now the Pound is not a nice place. They have a tough job to do, that no one else wants, which is to house and dispose of unwanted animals. Some Pounds have money and doctors, and some don't. This one had neither. I shudder to type this, but the kindest thing they could have done would to have been to euthanize me right away. Obviously that didn't happen since I am still barking this, so just what did they do?

Nothing!

I was kept in a common pen with my siblings, too week to move as they romped all over me. Once again, humans didn't keep their end of the bargan. see (The Pact of Fire) My time in this world was running out. I was fading away and often dreamed of The Bridge.

The next day my new life began.
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Dad's edit for adopt 08 contest:

Need you ask what adoption (rescue) means to me? How many forms of abuse and neglect can you spot in this single diary entry!?!

I want to be a part of the solution to any part, and/or all of this...

David