I came in to the loud place with my Brother when our mama left us for too long in the house all by ourselves. Some neighbors were feeding us but finally we got “picked up” and were off to a better place. I waggled my tail and was happy to see new people who would love me but soon I realized this was my new home and I was going to be sharing it with a lot of other dogs. The longer I stayed here, the more upset and sad I felt. Mama came back for my Bro but she didn’t want me anymore. No one wants me. People come looking for a dog to take home and I want to go but no one looks at me. Am I a bad boy? Maybe they aren’t talking to me because they keep saying Tiny at me. I’m not Tiny. Maybe they think I am Tiny the bad boy? Can’t you see me?
I’m sad and I feel angry too. The other dogs here shout at me and I shout back. I don’t like them anymore and I don’t want to be friends anymore. I want to go home. I want to be happy again but instead I’m sad and I’m here and I’m lonely in the middle of all of the mayhem. As time stretches on I feel like I’m nearing the end of my rope.
The Lady is nice and she is kind to me and she gives me cookies but I don’t feel like eating. I’m getting boney so maybe I really am Tiny. I don’t want to be here and I’m getting tired of waiting so I might as well act like a bad boy, if that’s what they think I am. They move me and I see even fewer people than before and I just want to lie here and …No! I don’t want to die! I want to give up but a small part of me wants to keep hoping. I want to go home!
The people are nice here but very busy and they don’t have a lot of time to just sit with me so I can feel their heartbeat next to mine. I want to rest my head in their hands but they are busy and don’t have time for me.
But what is this? I’m getting a bath today. That’s strange.
It’s not too cold outside and I’m nearly dry in this kennel and I see my friend The Lady and she has two people with her. The Man has a kind face and he points at me but then he took a cookie over to the loud blue boy that I don’t like. The Other Lady, oh the other lady! She looks at me and smiles. I can’t stop looking at her because she seems kind and she is carrying a collar, a leash and a harness and from inside her big bag she brings out another big cookie just for me! It makes me very happy to see her and I dance with my front feet but I’m being very careful to not be scary. I don’t jump on the fence and even though my heart is pounding and filling with hope, I don’t shout at her to PICK ME! TAKE ME HOME! I dance and prance but when they open the gate I stand very straight and still so I can get my new collar and harness on. My friend tells the new lady something. She looks at me and says the magical words, “Marley. Do you want to go bye-bye in the car?”
Marley! She knows my name!
We go inside and the nice man holds my leash while people do paperwork. My friend The Lady hugs the new lady and we get ready to go. They open the door to the van and I see a huge comfy bed on the floor with a blanket, a big back seat with another blanket and the new lady sits in back with me and hugs me around the neck.
We take a long ride and I get lots of treats. I lie on the comfy mat for a while then I get on the seat and rest. I love all the options. We drop the man off eventually and my new lady takes me to what is called my Foster Dad. He’s a very nice man who lets me sit in his chair and watch TV, we split a milkshake and we sleep in the big bed. He is so nice to me and says I am probably the best dog ever and I am very proud to make him happy so I use all of my very good manners.