The Doggy Days

The Doggy Days

Hello, my name is Dewey. I am a one-year-old male sharpie mix. I’d like to say one of a kind! Its not everyday you see a healthy and good-looking creature like me! Just kidding, but back to the point. First let me fill you in about the details of my life. I absolutely love children!  I just can’t wait to find myself a new family that will love me. I don’t care if they’re rich or poor. I’ve never experienced love. I was separated from my parents at a young age, so it’s hard to remember how love feels like anymore. It will be nostalgic experience. It will be a new challenge that I will find irresistible take because that’s what defines my character. I am always curious and never scared to back down on a challenge. I am ever so ready to learn and be accommodated into my new family. I have so many tricks up my sleeve. For example, I am ready to sit and lay down by command! But there are so many more tricks I want to learn, especially because I get a treat every time I do something right!  Everyone says I am super friendly because I like to lick people when we first meet.  I get along very well with other animals; unless I sense danger, I usually won’t be mean. Meeting new friends is one of my favorite hobbies!  I think I would be better suited in a home with children who would be willing to play with me, hold me, and possibly even love me. However, the three main things I want to limelight and that basically sums up my whole life story: the day I was conceived, my midlife crisis, and where I’m basically standing as of right now.

Now I know this might sound kind of cliché, but I am a Longhorn! I was born and raised in the city of Austin, Texas! I’m a little hazy about the details my past, but what I do know is that my father and mother both left me within the first week I was born. When it comes to the whereabouts of my father, lets just say that he’s in a better place now. I remember when we were one whole happy family, where every night my father would come back from a days of wandering the Austin city limits for food to feed both my mother and I. I remember how my mommy and me would be so happy just to see my father come back home safe and sound, even if he wasn’t able to bring home food at all. It didn’t matter. None of that mattered. What mattered was that we were all together as one happy family. Our life was a harsh one; on some days, we would have to sleep on an empty stomach and on other days, we would be considered fortunate to fill up by the scraps left behind by some of the littering pedestrians of Austin. My parents and I were tired of living this kind of life. There was so much competition out here in the slums. If there were food, there would always be that one other dog that is way bigger and meaner than my daddy. I have to admit, my daddy’s pretty mean looking, but he has the most caring nature ever! That’s exactly what I love about him. He’s sensual and loving when he needs to be, but can stand up for himself and put up a fight if he was ever provoked. Our life wasn’t the best, but we were happy. We were going through the highs and lows of life together and no matter how hard they were, we always went through with the, but one night, things turned for the worse.

It might have been a while since it had happened, but I still remember it ever so vividly. The day was a normal one. The usual always happened; my father goes out to find food for us while mother watches me be the carefree youngster I am. That day was the just like any other day, but what happened that day was so heartbreaking that I don’t think I will ever be able to let it go. I will never forgive myself either. Usually it is something that you did wrong, which is why one would be mad at oneself, but what I did was the exact opposite. It wasn’t what I did, but it was what I didn’t do. On that very day, it was my fourth birthday. I was so ecstatic that I was presents that day. Every month on the 14^th, my family and I celebrate my birthday. Every time my birthday comes up, my father would always find a way to get me a big t-bone steak to masticate it. It always makes up my day and my father knows it too. He knows that it’s my favorite type of food, which is why he goes out of his way to do this for me. Everything was fine that day. The routine was the same and I always assume that my father will come back safe and sound, so I never said bye to him that morning. But, on that same day, I saw my father get run over with my very own eyes. I didn’t know what to think. I was in an emotional wreck. I was bawling my eyes out. I didn’t know what to think. Heck, I still don’t know what state of mind I was in. The scene was too grotesque to be described. All I can say is blue Chevrolet pick-up truck. That’s all I remember and will always remember it. What I didn’t do that day was say goodbye to him because I thought he was going to come back safe and sound. Well apparently I was wrong. From that day on, I learned a lesson: always say your goodbyes and live life to your fullest as if tomorrow were your last. I don’t know if I should hate the driver of that pick-up truck or myself more. How could I be so dumb to not say goodbye to my father? Tell me why! We were so happy together. I don’t understand why he had to take him away from us. Ever since we lost him, our living conditions have turned even worse, but life is life. We make the decisions that depict our own destinies.

It’s been six-months since the incident. My birthdays just haven’t been the same without him. My mother tries to accommodate for my dad; she would try and do the same he did, but truth is, she’s getting old. I too am getting older as well as stronger. I can now proudly say I inherited my father’s strength and courage. I know my father’s up there watching over my mother and I, but I guess when the time comes it has to come. The time for my mother was up. It was her time to leave Earth and join my father in the graceful heavens. After my mother left me, I was all by myself. I wasn’t able to take care of myself. Lets just I was “homeless” for a few months and was starving until some strangers with green lettered shirts rescued me. At first I was skeptical of their initiatives, so I struggled when they tried to take me in. Little did I know, they took me into their home where they took care of me. I was actually fed food everyday! What made it even better was I didn’t have to go out and hunt for it. It was all brought to me. Apparently I’m in a shelter right now, but it sure beats roaming the cold streets of Austin right now. It seemed to be a dream come true until I found out why I was here. Apparently, I won’t be here much longer and will be euthanized if no one comes and adopts me. It’s so stupid. Why would they kill me? I never did anything wrong. I’m a perfectly healthy dog that has always minded his own business. Why would someone want to do this to me? Well after chatting with the other dogs in the shelter, I found out that it’s because there is a population overflow of my species. So what if there are too many of us? What gives they the right to kill us? There should be no reason for such unfair reasoning. The only way I can be saved is if someone adopts me.

I’m still young. I’m still very playful considering how old I am and I do not plan on growing up any faster than I have to. Just like Peter Pan, I want to stay a boy forever! My cutest behavior is running around to catch my tail, but for some reason it is so illusive that I never actually get a hold of it.  Silly me, because I keep trying no matter how many times I miss it.  I want a family again. I want to experience love again. I love my parents, but it’s just too soon for us to meet again. I still got a lot to look forward to. I promise I never bark or bite for no reason. If I do, its just because I don’t want anything to happen to my new family. Scouts honor! Please save me. I promise I’ll be the best you ever had. 

Word Count: 1587

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Appendix

Roger’s Blog

Hi there! My name is Roger.  I am a two-year-old male Sheppard mix and APA rescued me from the horrible slums of Austin not too long ago. I have no fear. I have been through a lot throughout my life so have no reason to back down to any obstacle. I love to sit and gaze at the clouds; they are so simplistic, so peaceful. I could say it is one of my favorite hobbies and it always turns my frown upside down. I absolutely children and I can’t wait until I finally get a family that can embrace me, a family that can show me how love feels like.

            I can be active as well; a walk in the park or a dip in the pool would absolutely make my day. I would say my perfect home is with a newlywed couple. They could take me with them everywhere, one of them being romantic walks. I can’t wait until the time comes for them to add children the family. I love contact with people and since I tend to be very active, they would offer me the perfect environment.

            My favorite toy is a little bear I’ve always had by my side; he keeps me safe and sound.  But I think that anything soft that I can carry around in my mouth would be fine!  Standing on my hind legs and waddling around is something I enjoy doing because it always seems to make my care takers smile, plus I usually get a reward, be it a pat on the head or a treat to snack on.  I have never learned how to sit on command, but I would be willing to learn for whoever wants to teach me.  Learning new things is so much fun, I only wish there were someone to teach me.  I want to travel and go to picnics, but most importantly, I want to be loved.

I promise not to bite. Please help me find a new home where I can be safe and have fun with a new mommy and daddy.

Word Count: 351

Dewey's Blog

Hello, my name is Dewey.  I am a one-year-old male sharpie mix. I’d like to say one of a kind! Its not everyday you see a healthy and good-looking creature like me! Just kidding, but back to the point. I absolutely love children!  I just can’t wait to find myself a family that will love me. I don’t care if they’re rich or poor. I’ve never experienced love. I was separated from my parents at birth so I never go the chance to know how it is to be loved. It will be new experience and I find it irresistible to take on new challenges. I am ever so ready to learn and be accommodated into my new family.

            I have so many tricks up my sleeve. For example, I am ready to sit and lay down by command! But there are so many more tricks I want to learn, especially because I get a treat every time I do something right!  Everyone says I am super friendly because I like to lick people when we first meet.  I get along very well with other animals; unless I sense danger, I usually won’t be mean. Meeting new friends is one of my favorite hobbies!  I think I would be better suited in a home with children who would be willing to play with me, hold me, and possibly even love me.

            I am still very playful considering how old I am and I do not plan on growing up any faster than I have to. Just like Peter Pan, I want to stay a boy forever! My cutest behavior is running around to catch my tail, but for some reason it is so illusive that I never actually get a hold of it.  Silly me, because I keep trying no matter how many times I miss it.  I promise I never bark or bite for no reason. If I do, its just because I don’t want anything to happen to my new family. Scouts honor!

Word Count: 335