THE STORY OF ME, SHAWNEE
It woz a hawt day back on the elebenth of Jooly 2001. I woz just a puppeh, only 4 months old, curled up in the corner and shaking violently in the big, lowd, skeery, (DURTY and STINKY) inner city animal shelter in Newark, Noo Joisey. We woz told I woz dumped at the shelter coz I woz not "purebred enuff". I has faulty white markings, oh the horror! The laydee wot werked at the shelter broughted a laydee ofur to my cage and asked the laydee to take me in her reskoo groop to foster and find me a home. The laydee sayed no coz she duss not do puppehs, she prefurs older dogs wot not gets into as much trubulls and has less chance of getting out of the shelter alive. The shelter laydee then picked me up so the reskoo laydee could get a closer look at how pawthetic I woz and I had the runny poos all down her white blouse fur added effect. The reskoo laydee could see how skeered I woz, she knowed I would neffur get a home all skeered like that, all shaky and reddy to jump out of my furs. So she sayed OK, gib me that puppeh, and putted me in a crate in her car.
I did not see this as being a good thing at the time, espeshully when we gotted to the laydee's howse and I gotted a BAF! Where do be PETA when you needs them? Then it woz off to the V-E-T fur needles, the thingy up the 'you-knows-wot', poking and prawding... I woz even more skeered. I puked all ofer the place. I had the kennel coff cooties wot I gotted while in the shelter. This do be me on that furst day.
|Paralyzed by fears in the boys lap.|
When I woz around udder dogs, I woz all happy-go-lucky normal like a puppeh should be...
|Playing bitey leg with foster dog Flossie.|
|Playing bitey face with foster dog Flossie.|
|Telling sekrits with foster dog Flossie.|
|Chilling with foster dog Flossie.|
Then one day foster dog Flossie woz gone. All gone, nefur to be seened again. I did not unnerstand why at the time. But then came foster dog Benson...
|Playing bitey face with foster dog Benson.|
|Getting wet with foster dog Benson.|
Then one day some peeples commed and taked Benson away. I cried pitifully coz I knowed I would nefur see him again. (I akshually did see him again 4 years later when the fambly returned him coz the teenagers woz no longer interested in him, grrrrr. Oh doggie, did mom has werds with that doodyhed fambly! How can you say you be tired of the dog after 4 years? Dogs is supposed to be fur furever and ever. We founded Benson anudder home and he still be there to this day.) But evenshually I started to unnerstand they woz foster dogs and woz only here temporary until they finded furever (hopefully furever and ever) homes. There woz always foster dogs fur me to play with. Efurry time one got adopted, my foster mom would go back to the shelter and bring home a noo one wot woz about the same size and age as me so we could be furrends.
I always liked my crate coz it do be my safe hidey spot back then. I keeped all my pwize posseshun stuffies in there. Foster mom did not has to shut the door coz I would not come out inside the howse. Fur me to go outside mom would has to drag my crate out the door on to the deck, udderwise I would wet myself if'n she tried to tutch me to get me out. So I kinda housebreaked myself like that. Once I started coming out of my crate inside, I only had 2 potties in the howse the whole time I woz a puppeh.
Then commed the day when I woz loaded up in the car with all of my stuffies and my blankie. I puked the whole time coz I knowed I woz leaving like all the udders. My foster mom woz the only one I trusted. Sometimes. She leaved me in a strange howse with a strange laydee and anudder dog. My foster mom tolded the laydee I would be skeered and it would take me time to be comfy. After my foster mom left me I would not come out of my crate. I did snarly face at her udder German shepherd dog (wot woz 20 gabillion times bigger than me), I behaved furry badly. Within 4 hours the laydee called my foster mom and sayed it not be werking out, that she be needing to return me like I woz a dress wot not fitted. Little did she know that had she gibbed me time to settle in and learn to trust her, she would has had a rilly wonnerful dog pal in me. It do be her loss coz she nefur gibbed me a chance and she did not lissen to any of the instrukshuns mom gibbed her about me.
It akshually werked out just fine fur me coz I wented back to my foster mom, wot then becamed my mom coz she sayed she would nefur ever make me all skeered and behaving badly like that again by trying to adopt me out to peeples wot not unnerstand me. She deemed me "unadoptable." So that is how I comed to live here furever and ever. I has commed such a long way since those days long ago. Peeples who knowed me then cannot beleef I be the same dog now. I used to not want to walk out on the driveway, nefur mind up the street or to the park. Now I hike all ofur the country and has grate adventures. I went to obedience school once a week fur 5 years to build up my self esteems. I gotted my Canine Good Citizen fancy schmancy certificate on the wall. Sometimes I still weird out over things wot skeer me but when mom gibs me an obedience command, it brings me back to earth and efurrything be good again.
So on this Thanksgiving I want to woof how thankful I is that I has a furever and ever home and so many wonnerful bloggie furrends. And fur you, Minna Krebs, HAPPY GOTCHA DAY!
And I has to send out anudder Gotcha Day greeting fur a pal of mine wot woz gotted one year ago on Thanksgiving Day. That be my former foster sis Buttons wot we drived ofur to Illinoy to her furever and ever home on Thanksgiving Day last year. Pop on in ofur at Buttons' place and gib her a woofout! She duss has the bestest furever and ever home! And if'n she duss not post her story, we has it rite here.