A Doggie Dog Life
I wrote this about my dog when I first got him. He is a dachshund.
I was born on May 5, 1998. There are six of us all together. Three males and three females. I know I am different from my siblings. Bigger, more important than the others.
My breeder takes me to the vet. He has cold hands. He looks me over and examines my legs. Then he shines a bright flashlight in my ears and eyes. I don't like the flashlight. I am going to see spots for days now. Then he lifts me off the table and puts me on the scale. I don't like the scale. It's cold and shiny. I try to jump off but the vet holds me down. No matter how hard I struggle, I can't get free. "Easy boy. This little guy weighs two pounds," the vet says. Two pounds! God I am tiny! I think I should way more. I look like a sausage for God's sake. I have extra luggage to carry arround. Real sausage should weigh more than me. Someone as big and important as me can't weigh two pounds. Where is the justice in that? The worst ting is when he sticks the needle in me. Right in the butt! Does that man have no dignity?! I don't know about you but having a needle stuck in your butt isn't the most pleasant experience. After all, what did I ever do to him to deserve such treatment! I like to stick a needle in his butt and see how he likes it. I whine to voice my pain and discomfort. "Ok, he has all his four week old shots. Bring him back in two weeks," the vet says. Two weeks! I have to go through all this again in tow weeks! I don't think so. I am whimpering just thinking about having to go through this in two weeks. *shudder* My breeder carries me out of that dreadful office. Thank God! The worst part of all, I didn't even get a treat for all the stress I been put through. My nerves will never be the same again.
Two more weeks pass and i am now six weeks old. I finally get to leave the box and stretch my legs. OK, we can do this. One foot in front of the other. First, the front paw. Then the other front paw. Umph! Well this is a fine fix! I am sprawled out across this broken box. I can just hear my siblings laughing at me. How humiliating! Ok try again. First, get into a sitting position. Now one foot in front of the other. One....Two....Threee.....Four. One.....Two.....Three...Four. One....Two...Three....Umph! Oh dang! I fell down. Ow! That hurt. Ok, one more try. One.....Two.....Three.....Four. One....Two.....Three....Four. I'm walking! I'm walking! Oh darn! I peed. Oh no. Well maybe if I cover it up no one will notice. Maybe if I sit on it. No, that won't work. I know! There's a blanket over there. I will just cover the spot up with the blanket. I will just pick it up. Got it! I will just bring it over here. That's right humans, don't pay any attention to the dog. There. I don't think anyone saw me.
Two more weeks pass and I am now eight weeks old. I hear the humans say I am old enough to be adopted, and just my luck, it's adoption day. Oh here they come. Time to look cute. Wag the tail. Oh, they just passed me up. Oh well. Who needs them anyways. Here comes some more people. They are stopping. Oh boy! They are looking at me! Wag the tail some more and smile. Well as best as dogs can smile. Oh wait, they are leaving. Doesn't anyone want to adopt me? *whimper* Oh here comes a girl. She looks small for a human. She smells like....*sniff, sniff* people food! Cookies and ice cream to be exact. I LOVE people food. People food is my favorite type of food. *sniff* MMMMMMMMMM! Cookies and ice cream my favorite kind. I hope she stops. At the very least, I will eat well. Look! She's stopping....She's petting.....She's hugging.....We have a winner!
"Mom, I want this one." says the girl.
"We will take this one. How much?" asks Mom.
"Three hundred dollars." says the breeder.
Three hundred dollars! Gee! I'm expensive! "What are you going to call him?" asks Mom.
"I think I will call him Brutus." says the girl.
Brutus. I like that name. That's a nice name.
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