I Found the Foot of a Rainbow

Look at me!  I'm cute!!  Boy, do I feel cute.  I even have an outfit.  Dogs like me should have outfits.  We weren't made to be trashcan street dogs.   I love my new mommy and daddy.  They named me Buddy.   Magic brought me here.  The magic of the Facebook angels.









This was me in the shelter.  Trapped by my own fur.  Even breathing hurt.  Bugs lived inside.  It pulled at my skin.  Itched.  The cold of the concrete was my only salvation.  All I could do was lay still.  And when I did, with my ear to the ground, I could hear something.  I could hear hundreds of people typing into their computers, saying nice words about me, really nice words.  Trying to save me kinds of words!  Wow.   It was really cool.  I wanted to wiggle with joy, but it hurt.

The nice shelter lady helped free me from my fur.  It hurt, but I tried to be a good boy.  Then I met my new mommy and daddy!!!  They took pictures of me for all my new Facebook friends to see and people actually said I was beautiful!  Me?  The mutt with the kicked in jaw, beautiful!  Haaaa!  Gots me spinning in circles.  Look at my ears, and my eyes, I HAVE EYES!!!!  I'm hearing things I never heard before.  Seeing things I never saw.  The doctor is even gonna fix my jaw so I can bark again.  Oh, the dreams I have....  Thank you, nice Facebook peoples, especially my new family, Kevin and Louise. 

Your new best friend,
Buddy

GARDENS OF EARTHY DELIGHTS

Wolfie here.  This is me in the garden.  I love the garden.  The sun makes me feel alive again.  It's washing away all the bad stuff.  My mom is so nice to me.  We just started this thing called 'walks'.  At first I didn't get it.  But now it's the highlight of the day!  West Hollywood is a crazy place.  Every time I go out I meet lots of new dogs.  And they're all rescues!  And I give them all the news and they tell me stuff, too.  Stuff like how nice their people are.  And how good safety feels.  And when they'll be here so I can see them again.  It's nice to make friends.









This is the garden angel sucking the darkness from my brain.  I'm feeling much better now.  We had a rough spell.  My mom really drove me crazy!  I couldn't tell what she wanted.  I'd pee in the house and she'd say good boy.  Then I'd pee in the house and she say, No!  Seriously, make up your mind.  She can't help it.  She's a blonde.  Blackies like me, we don't get hair-brained like that.  I forgive her.  I love her.  she saved me. 

This is me listening.  I love listening.  That and sleeping.  And curling up on my mom's lap.  It's real cozy here.  I'm finally happy. 

The Forgotten Dark Cage in the Back

Hi guys.  Piglet here.  I'm pink!  Ha-ha.  Aren't I cute?  All the pittys, they have this bet going that I'll be the one that's gonna make it.  In the shelter the dogs like us, we don't really have much of a chance.  But being pink, we thought maybe the families would want me.  The mean lady that worked there, she laughed and said, 'when pigs fly!'  Then she snapped this picture.  There's a little distress in my eyes, you can see it if you look close.    

Then I got ringworm on my leg.  They put me in the quarantine holding kennels, behind a chain link fence that the families had no access to.   Oh how I cried!  How would a family ever find me here?  I'm just six months old.  I wanna see the world.  I wanna feel grass.  I wanna run with the wind.  Lie in the sun.  Sniff some butt.  I'd heard these stories about the fun you can have chasing frisbees, and chewing on shoes.  How would I ever know if the stories were true if I didn't get out?

Then the most wonderful thing happened.   A rescue angel came.   Oh, she was real nice.  We played and I wiggled with happiness.  And she told me she had a family for me!!!  A family with three children, in a land far, far away called Chicago.  I was gonna fly!!!!  On a giant steel bird.  This pig was gonna fly!  Ha-ha!  I lifted my leg on the mean worker, just because I could.  You woulda done the same.  Well, maybe you wouldn't of.  Maybe you're smarter than me.

Things did not go so well from there on out.  The mean lady put me in the needle room.  She didn't tell anyone where I was.  And I guess the person at the entrance had a bad night or something because she didn't tell anyone that the rescue angel was there to get me.  I fought hard.  Until the needle went in.

It was a strange feeling.  I rose out of my body, floated around the room for a minute, then I found my way to the lobby.  And there I saw the rescue angel, her face in her hands.  She was crying.  The dying wasn't so bad, but it broke my heart to see her cry.   

I'm doing okay, really.  Tomorrow I'm gonna cross the rainbow bridge and find all my pitty friends.  I think God loves us especially the most because there are so many of us in the land beyond.  But before I go, I'm taking this one shot at loveliness and writing my story to you.  Wish me luck!  And please always remember the forgotten dark cage in the back.

Forever yours,
Piglet 

I Am Humbled By Your Love

My name is Camella.  The shelter... this is me when I got there.  I was scared, but I was still my pretty self.  I wonder if I will ever be pretty again?  It feels so nice to be pretty.  I only know the word because a Mommy that loves you says that to you.   Someday I will have one like that.  I was a good girl.  A princess.  Dainty.  Polite.  And I only peed on the carpet when it was raining outside.  For obvious reasons.  My brother would make fun of me for being like that.  Oh, how I love my brother.  We got separated.  It broke my heart.  Word is he's okay and waiting for me somewhere.  Oh how I yearn to see him again!


I somehow  lost my person.  Old girls don't expect to loose their person.  I don't know what I did wrong.  Just suddenly there I was, in this awful place.  I'd heard about it on the bark-vine.  But I couldn't imagine it was a real place.  It is.  I will live to tell about it.  I refuse to die before doing one good thing for dog-kind.  Loyalty and honor are our job, and to keep our person happy.  People are so lovely.  But who are the ones who invented this strange and awful place?  The shelter.  Why do they call it that?  There is no shelter there.  It nearly ruined me.  I nearly died. 

This is me now.  I spent a week in the 24/7 hospital and a lot of nice people put their money together and saved me.  It was really a lot of money, I hope I was worth it.  I loved how much they all loved me.  Everybody should know what love feels like, and I sure do now.  And when I finally cross the rainbow bridge, I will bring all the love I have collected in my little life with me.  The world becomes a nicer place when that happens.   My big self is so happy right now.   My big 4 lb self.  He-he.  

This is me at the end of my three week stay in the shelter.  I came in at 5lbs 6oz and left at 4lbs.  Death was talking to me.  Telling me all about the rainbow bridge.  About how all the doggie beds on the other side are always clean and fluffy.  And BIG!  And about how anywhere you go there are car windows with a bright and wonderful world flying by, a beautiful breeze tickling your fur.  The food is always people food, and it actually makes your teeth clean!  It sounds like a fine and wonderful place.  But I hear my brother calling.   He's in the north country with Solange.  Solange rescued us.  I can't wait to curl up in her lap and fall asleep.  Paula is fattening me up and giving me medicines to make me strong for my journey north.  I can't wait to start my new life! 

Doggedly yours,
Camella