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The Life and Death of an
Untrained Dog
I woke up one morning with my
littermates. I saw Mom lying there, so I went over to get some
breakfast. Mom was warm and she licked me all over. She loved us
so much...
Things were good back then.
Then I went to live in a home with two
kids and their mom and dad. I used to be able to come in the house and
play. They even let me sleep in the house. The children would
run and I would chase them around. When I was little they would let me
jump on them and even playfully bite them. The family would laugh and
encourage me to play like that. They gave me lots of toys such as
socks, shoes and stuffed animals. I had so much fun...
Those were the days.
As I got bigger, I would accidentally
knock the children down. I would try to bite them on the cuff of their
pants as they ran. I found toys like the ones my master gave me when I
was younger, and I would chew them up. They started getting mad at me
all the time. When I jumped up they would knee me down. One
minute they were laughing at me for play biting and chewing and the next
minute they would spank me for doing the very same thing...
I was so confused.
Now I spend my days, hour after hour,
chained in the back yard. No one comes out to play with me. I am
so happy to see them when they come out that I jump and bark with joy.
I spend my days digging up the yard around me which makes my masters mad at
me. The fleas crawl all over me...
Which drives me crazy.
The more I sit out here the madder I
get. I cannot understand why they brought me home just to chain me in
the yard. If my masters are unhappy with my behavior...
Why not train me?
Why did they encourage me to jump and
bite? Things have not gotten any better for me. Now I sit in
jail. People come by my cage looking at me. I bark at them but
no one wants me. OH, no' Here comes a lady with a leash. Where
is she taking me? She walks me into a room. Oh, she likes me.
It's so good to be hugged again. What's this? She is sticking my
leg. Oh, I am so sleepy. What has happened to me? I am
asleep now...
NO ONE CAN HURT ME ANYMORE.
Courtesy of and copy right
1994 Robert J. Hoffman
email me at: Robert J. Hoffman
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