I had an owner once, but that was a rough situation. Let's just say I was better off going hungry and sleeping outside in the cold and rain. Then one day, some lady lured me into her car, and took me to the shelter in Agoura Hills. The food was better, my bed was warm, and there were lots of other dogs, including dozens of Pit Bulls, but I was no longer free to roam about as I pleased. I was in doggie jail.
Unlike street dogs, the jail dogs were anxious and scared all the time. Like me, some of them once had owners who'd either died, or moved, or sent them away. The lucky ones got new owners. But the other ones, the shelter people took them to a place where they went to sleep. Those dogs never came back. The people who fed and walked me said I'd probably go to sleep, too. But then this man and woman brought me to live with them.
I'd tell you all about it, but my paws aren't suited for typing, so I'll let Lou (that's the man's name), help me. We'll discuss our friends (two and four-legged), my toys, the dog park, the cute tricks I've learned and other details of our life together. If he gets off track (he's a writer and really likes to talk) I'll step in to set the record straight.
Along the way, you'll also hear about our first year together - how my people found me, how I helped Lou deal with his 'issues', and how he and Eugenie helped me overcome mine. It wasn't easy, and it wasn't always pretty but things worked out just fine. We've written a book about it, GIMME SHELTER. If you want the full scoop, you'll just have to wait until it's published. Until then, drop by from time to time and we'll keep you posted on what's new with us.
Love the dog, love the writer!
ReplyDeleteNice to meet you Tanner!
ReplyDeleteSensei Jeff
DeleteMuch obliged. Maybe ask Melora to check us out. I promise not to be a pest.
Tanner (and his human slave, Lou)