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|IMPORTANT INFORMATION: PLEASE READ
COMPLETELY BEFORE CONSIDERING ADOPTION OR
SUBMITTING AN APPLICATION!
|I AM YOUR PUPPY
I am your Puppy, and I will love you until the end of the Earth, but please know
a few things about me.
same as an 8-month-old child. I am a Puppy; I will chew EVERYTHING I can
get my teeth on. This is how I explore and learn about the world. Even HUMAN
children put things in their mouths. It's up to you to guide me to what is mine to
chew and what is not.
I am a Puppy; I cannot hold my bladder for longer than 1 - 2 hours. I cannot
"feel" that I need to poop until it is actually beginning to come out. I cannot
vocalize nor tell you that I need to go, and I cannot have "bladder and bowel
control" until 6 - 9 months. Do not punish me if you have not let me out for 3
hours and I tinkle. It is your fault. As a Puppy, it is wise to remember that I
NEED to go potty after: Eating, Sleeping, playing, Drinking and around every 2
- 3 hours in addition. If you want me to sleep through the night, then do not
give me water after 7 or 8 p.m. A crate will help me learn to housebreak easier,
and will avoid you being mad at me. I am a Puppy, accidents WILL happen,
please be patient with me! In time I will learn.
I am a Puppy, I like to play. I will run around, and chase imaginary monsters,
and chase your feet and your toes and 'attack' you, and chase fuzzballs, other
pets, and small kids. It is play; it's what I do. Do not be mad at me or expect me
to be sedate, mellow and sleep all day. If my high energy level is too much for
you, maybe you could consider an older rescue from a shelter or Rescue
group. My play is beneficial, use your wisdom to guide me in my play with
appropriate toys, and activities like chasing a rolling ball, or gentle tug games,
or plenty of chew toys for me. If I nip you too hard, talk to me in "dog talk", by
giving a loud YELP, I will usually get the message, as this is how dogs
communicate with one another. If I get too rough, simply ignore me for a few
moments, or put me in my crate with an appropriate chew toy.
I am a Puppy; hopefully you would not yell, hit, strike, kick or beat a
6-month-old human infant, so please do not do the same to me. I am delicate,
and also very impressionable. If you treat me harshly now, I will grow up
learning to fear being hit, spanked, kicked or beat. Instead, please guide me
with encouragement and wisdom. For instance, if I am chewing something
wrong, say, "No chew!" and hand me a toy I CAN chew. Better yet, pick up
ANYTHING that you do not want me to get into. I can't tell the difference
between your old sock and your new sock, or an old sneaker and your $200
I am a Puppy, and I am a creature with feelings and drives much like your own,
but yet also very different. Although I am NOT a human in a dog suit, neither
am I an unfeeling robot who can instantly obey your every whim. I truly DO
want to please you, and be a part of your
family, and your life. You got me (I hope) because you want a loving partner
and companion, so do not relegate me to the backyard when I get bigger, do
not judge me harshly but instead mold me with gentleness and guidelines and
training into the kind of family member you want me to be.
I am a Puppy and I am not perfect, and I know you are not perfect either. I love
you anyway. So please, learn all you can about training, and puppy behaviors
and caring for me from your Veterinarian, books on dog care and even
researching on the computer! Learn about my
particular breed and it's "characteristics", it will give you understanding and
insight into WHY I do all the things I do. Please teach me with love, patience,
the right way to behave and socialize me with training in a puppy class or
obedience class, we will BOTH have a lot of fun together.
I am a Puppy and I want more than anything to love you, to be with you, and to
please you. Won't you please take time to understand how I work? We are the
same you and I, in that we both feel hunger, pain, thirst, discomfort, fear, but
yet we are also very different and must
work to understand one another's language, body signals, wants and needs.
Some day I will be a handsome dog, hopefully one you can be proud of and
one that you will love as much as I love you.
May be posted, reposted, cross-posted and used with permission as long
as credit is given. Copyright 2000, by J. Ellis - Southern Shadows Rottweilers.
"How Could You?"
Copyright Jim Willis 2001 <firstname.lastname@example.org>
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 bellyrub.
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 any more 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
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
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
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 understand the realities facing a
middle-aged dog, even one with "papers." You had to pry 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 goodbye 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
They shook their heads and asked "How could you?"
They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules
allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first,
whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you -
that you had changed your mind - that this was all a bad dream...or I hoped
it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me. When I
realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy
puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited.
I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded
along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She
placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My
heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense
of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was
more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her,
and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood.
She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her
cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years
ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the
sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily,
looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?"
Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said "I'm so sorry." She
hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a
better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to
fend for myself - a place of love and light so very different from this
earthly place. And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with
a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not directed at her. It was
you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of. I will think of you and wait for
May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.
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