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HOW COULD YOU
By Jim Wills, 2001
This piece touched me, It is beautifully written and applies to any animal that
can be kept as a pet, I hope it affects you too. Please be sure before you buy
that puppy.
When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You
called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of
murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad",
you'd shake your finger at me and ask "how could you?" But then you'd relent,
and roll me over for a belly rub. My housebreaking took a little longer than
expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I
remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences
and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be anymore perfect. We
went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only
got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs," you said), and I took long
naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.
Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and
more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted
you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad
decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in
love. She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" still I welcomed her into our
home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you
were happy. Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement.
I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother
them too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of
my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love
them, but I became a "prisoner of love". As they began to grow, I became their
friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked
fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I
loved everything about them and their touch-- because your touch was now so
infrequent--and I would have defended them with my life if need be. I would
sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and
together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway. There had been a
time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me
from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you
just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog"
to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf.
Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will
be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right
decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family. I
was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled
of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and
said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a
pained look. They understood the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one
with "papers." You had to prise your son's fingers loose from my collar as he
screamed "No Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for
him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty,
about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life. You gave me a
good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my
collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too.
After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming
move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They
shook their heads and asked "How could you?"
THE END
By Jim Wills, 2001
This piece touched me, It is beautifully written and applies to any animal that
can be kept as a pet, I hope it affects you too. Please be sure before you buy
that puppy.
When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You
called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of
murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad",
you'd shake your finger at me and ask "how could you?" But then you'd relent,
and roll me over for a belly rub. My housebreaking took a little longer than
expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I
remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences
and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be anymore perfect. We
went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only
got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs," you said), and I took long
naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.
Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and
more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted
you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad
decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in
love. She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" still I welcomed her into our
home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you
were happy. Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement.
I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother
them too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of
my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love
them, but I became a "prisoner of love". As they began to grow, I became their
friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked
fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I
loved everything about them and their touch-- because your touch was now so
infrequent--and I would have defended them with my life if need be. I would
sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and
together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway. There had been a
time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me
from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you
just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog"
to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf.
Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will
be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right
decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family. I
was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled
of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and
said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a
pained look. They understood the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one
with "papers." You had to prise your son's fingers loose from my collar as he
screamed "No Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for
him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty,
about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life. You gave me a
good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my
collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too.
After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming
move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They
shook their heads and asked "How could you?"
THE END
We strive to breed small, exquisite Yorkies with beautiful baby doll and
teddy bear faces, with rich black and gold colors. All of our Yorkies are
AKC registered and come with a one year health guarantee. Our Puppies
are born and raised at Willis Farms and Kennels, in Marietta Oklahoma,
and have more than 15 years experience breeding the best Yorkies at the
best prices.
We believe that if you have room in your heart for more love, we have a
Yorkie for you!
teddy bear faces, with rich black and gold colors. All of our Yorkies are
AKC registered and come with a one year health guarantee. Our Puppies
are born and raised at Willis Farms and Kennels, in Marietta Oklahoma,
and have more than 15 years experience breeding the best Yorkies at the
best prices.
We believe that if you have room in your heart for more love, we have a
Yorkie for you!
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