by
Adela
i, my name is Buddy. I am a dog. Don't be suprised, I truly am a dog. A mutt, if you would like to call me that. But I really do prefer being called a dog. I am a mix of corige and I don't know what. Mainly corgie, anyways. If you want to be exact, I am a 9 and a half years old, stinky mongrel.I used to live behind a trash can. That was where I was when I was born. My mother is a corgie. I never saw my father before. Everyday my mother will go out and look for food. When she came back without food, we searched in the trash can. Often we found nothing. My brothers and sisters were all stronger than me, and sometimes they went out with my mom. Then, I will hide behind the trash can until they return.
One day my mother and siblings left for food again. They never came back. I have no idea where they went. They simply disappeared. I waited until nightfall, I was starving, but they still didn't arrive. Finally hunger took over, I went outside to find food. Before I was able to find anything, a man who came out of nowhere grabbed me and threw me in a truck. I smelled the scent of my mother, she had been here!! I was dropped off at a building with a big sign that says humane soci something. The truck blocked my view. When I got off, I saw one of my brothers inside a cage, but I couldn't see my mother anywhere. There were many dogs, and people were coming and taking them. I was also placed into a cage. I stayed there for a week. When I was taken I was two years old. I was stuffed in a smaller cage and when I was let out I was in front of a house. someone put a leash around my neck. I soon learned that that was the father, whom I now regard to as 'dad'. A girl came out of the house. "How cute!" she said. Almost as soon as she finished, a boy came banging out. "Nice," he said. Now a woman came, the woman whom I now regard to as 'mom'. 'Dad' was sitting in a large chair, which I learned was a wheelchair. I was taken to dad's room, where the leash kept me from leaving dad's bed or jumping on the bed. Soon I learned many things:
1. Going potty on the floor leads to less food.
2. Another child, 3 years old, is afraid of me.
3. Everytime the 3 year old child comes in, I am to be held, otherwise the child wouldn't come near.
4. It is easier to just go under the bed when the child comes.
5. The girl that came out first to meet me is Amy.
6. The boy that came out is named Adam.
7. The child is named Adela.
8. I get to play in the backyard when they let me out.
9. Sleeping under the bed is very comfortable.
Amy was in 3rd grade, Adam was in 2nd grade, and Adela stayed home all day. Amy and Adam romped with me at times. Once, Amy, playing with me, let out a threatening growl and jumped at me. I was so scared that I ran under the bed and didn't come out until it was late. 'Dad' fed me at night, when the family ate dinner. They toook me out on walks often, allowing me to mark my territory. I loved this life, and so I lived it for many years. Now I am 9, Amy is going to college soon, and so will Adam. Adela is in 5th grade now, and she seems to like me more. She has taken me to Argenaut, a school near her house, and I met other dogs there. I am equal to 54 years old now, as old as 'dad'. I learned not to bother skunks. The family now has a cat, much to my disapproval. The cat hisses and spits at me, but it is kind of funny, the way she does it. I am hoping to stay in this family forever. If I may be anywhere at anytime, I think I'll choose to stay here. Lately I have been having some problems with my back--it hurts. I think it's okay though. We are waithing for the vet to tell us what's wrong. Hopefully nothing serious. If you would like to know more about me, you can always ask questions to my owner.
Nothing else really to say-- I haven't lived it yet. Give whoever-may-be-reading-this some luck if ya want to find out about me. GOOD LUCK!
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