I was born today. One of 10. My daddy was very famous.
I have lots of half brothers and sisters. My mother is
very famous. Since she got famous, she has only had
puppies. No more loving hands, no more fun trips …
just puppies. She is always sad when they leave her.

I left home today. I didn’t want to go, so I hid
behind my mama and my three litter mates that were
left. I didn’t like you. But one day they said I would
be famous. I wonder; is famous the same as fun and
good times? So you picked me up and carried me away,
even though you were concerned about me hiding from
you. I don’t think you liked me.

My new home is far away. I am scared and afraid. My
heart says be brave. My ancestors were. Did they go to
good homes like mine?

I’m hungry because I can’t eat too much because it
will be bad for my bones. I can’t bite or snap when
the children are mean to me. I just run and play and
pretend I am in a big green field with butterflies and
robins and frogs.

I can’t understand why they kick me. I am quiet, but
the man hits and says loud things. The lady doesn’t
feed me good things like I had with my mother. She
just throws dry food on the ground, then goes away
before I can get too close for touching and petting.
Sometimes my food smells bad but I eat it anyway.

Today I had 10 puppies. They are so wonderful and
warm. Am I famous now? I wish I could play with them,
but they are so tiny. I am so young and playful that
it is hard to lay here in this hole under the house
nursing my puppies. They are crying now. I am so
hungry. I scratch and worry my fur. I wish someone
would throw me some food. I am also very thirsty.

I now have eight. Two got cold during the night and I
couldn’t make them warm again. They are gone. We are
all very weak. Maybe if I take them out on the porch,
we can get some food.

Today they took us away. It was too much trouble to
feed us and someone came to take us away. Someone
grabbed my puppies, they were crying and whimpering.
We were put in a truck with boxes in it. Are my babies
famous now? I hope so, because I miss them. They are

The place smelled of urine, fear and sickness. Why was
I here? I was beautiful, like my ancestors. Now I am
hungry, dirty, in pain and unwanted. Maybe the worst
is unwanted. No one came though I tried to be good.

Today someone came. They put a rope on my neck and led
me to a room that was very clean and had a shiny

They put me on the table. Someone held me and hugged
me. It felt so good! Then I felt tired and laid over
the last one who cared.

I am famous now. Today someone cared.

Thank you, Margaret, for sending this to me and thank you too Joie.

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