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I don't need to go to the pound to have a dog. As I walked to school, sometimes the local strays would follow. I remember I had a big Rottweiler mix that walked me to and from school for a few months during the Wintertime. He was only following me because he was desperate for food. Sometimes, I tossed sandwiches at him, and other times I had nothing.
This dog was so very loyal. It would always go home after walking with me. It was obvious whoever had the dog was not caring for the dog. I'd watch him slip back through the gates of the place he called home.
Just after Spring started, I saw a moving truck in front of the dog's home. My heart kinda sank. He was going to be gone and I'd be stuck walking alone for awhile.
Over the weekend, I dreaded walking by his decayed fence and not seeing him slip out to join me.
That Monday, I walked by, and the house had been packed up. The house had a rental sign out front, and the moving truck had finally gone.
Unfortunately...there came a terrible smell from the backyard. It smelled like trash and rotten meat. The smell was so awful, I covered my nose and ran past the house to the school.
On the way back from school, I didn't want to go by that house. Painful memories and an even more painful smell were weighing heavily on my mind. I almost did go another route, but any route but that one would mean coming home late.
In the end, I decided to make the dash to make it quickly beyond the house. As I got closer and was getting ready to run, an older woman standing on the sidewalk waved at me. She was in a pink velvet tracksuit with her brunette hair pinned back. I waved back at her and she called out. I wasn't sure about approaching a stranger, but she raised her voice to get me to come over.
"Hey, kid!"
She stepped to the side to reveal a big open box. A lot was whimpering and squeals came from the box. There was no mistaking what the source of all that noise was. She said she wanted to sell them. The dad was a big black/tan-looking full-breed dog, but she figured the pups looked too mixed to try to sell them. I approached feeling a bit more at ease. She told me how she had tried to keep her purebred shepherd away from the big dog, but she figured when she let her go outside for an unsupervised potty break... he got super lucky.
She scooched the box over and 4 big puppies were scrapping with each other. 3 of them were males and they looked like the shepherd. The runty one looked like a female and she looked like the dog that used to walk me home. Well, that explained why he kept going back.
I picked up the female. She said that one looks exactly like her dad. You might have a little Houdini on your hands if you take that one. I smiled and cuddled on her. right away, I could tell the puppy had been handled a lot. She was calm about being picked up. She snuffled around my face and then was still as I held her. The 3 males never noticed she was gone. They just continued playfully fighting and rambunctiously tearing into each other.
As I held the pup close, I talked to the woman a bit and in a roundabout way asked her about the house that went up for rent on the block behind her. She frowned and said, nasty people. She knew the owners. Roberta told me they broke the lease and got the heck out of dodge. They were hoarders. Left all their crap and a dog in the backyard. When she hadn't been able to reach the family on the phone, she checked on the house. Got the shock of her life when that big dog busted through the fence and charged at her. Sorry kid, pound picked him up. She felt guilty for saying it, but I couldn't blame her for being angry.
I understood, it still was a terrible ending, but I had no choice but to be understanding.
My sisters and brothers came home and immediately began to play with the puppy. Dad came home looked at the pup and my youngest siblings made the biggest pleadingest eyes at him. he knew he wasn't going to win. He backed away and headed to the den. Mom came home and began yelling she didn't want the dog. I knew if I wasn't in the room.. her biological children could get her to bend. She took one look at the dog and called one of our dog-fanatic cousins. She argued she didn't want a big dangerous breed in the house. The kids easily overcame that argument about training the dog. They would deal with it (lies). They countered anything she had to say with anything they thought she would need to hear.
Finally, she gave up.
The puppy at first started out on a chain in the backyard. Not even a few minutes later Dini was sleeping soundly in the den, stretched across Pop's beer belly.
Dini was no different than her dad. She would bust the gate to walk with me to school if mom was late getting her leash. We took her in the car on bad weather days.
The funny part is Dini sees her mom whether her owner wants her to or not. When we drive by or walk by, the giant king shepherd comes up and visits Dini. I think she still looking for him. Seeing Dini seems to help her be at ease with him being gone. I'm not going to lie. Dini does the same for me.
By Screamlogic ©

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I don't need to go to the pound to have a dog. As I walked to school, sometimes the local strays would follow. I remember I had a big Rottweiler mix that walked me to and from school for a few months during the Wintertime. He was only following me because he was desperate for food. Sometimes, I tossed sandwiches at him, and other times I had nothing.
This dog was so very loyal. It would always go home after walking with me. It was obvious whoever had the dog was not caring for the dog. I'd watch him slip back through the gates of the place he called home.
Just after Spring started, I saw a moving truck in front of the dog's home. My heart kinda sank. He was going to be gone and I'd be stuck walking alone for awhile.
Over the weekend, I dreaded walking by his decayed fence and not seeing him slip out to join me.
That Monday, I walked by, and the house had been packed up. The house had a rental sign out front, and the moving truck had finally gone.
Unfortunately...there came a terrible smell from the backyard. It smelled like trash and rotten meat. The smell was so awful, I covered my nose and ran past the house to the school.
On the way back from school, I didn't want to go by that house. Painful memories and an even more painful smell were weighing heavily on my mind. I almost did go another route, but any route but that one would mean coming home late.
In the end, I decided to make the dash to make it quickly beyond the house. As I got closer and was getting ready to run, an older woman standing on the sidewalk waved at me. She was in a pink velvet tracksuit with her brunette hair pinned back. I waved back at her and she called out. I wasn't sure about approaching a stranger, but she raised her voice to get me to come over.
"Hey, kid!"
She stepped to the side to reveal a big open box. A lot was whimpering and squeals came from the box. There was no mistaking what the source of all that noise was. She said she wanted to sell them. The dad was a big black/tan-looking full-breed dog, but she figured the pups looked too mixed to try to sell them. I approached feeling a bit more at ease. She told me how she had tried to keep her purebred shepherd away from the big dog, but she figured when she let her go outside for an unsupervised potty break... he got super lucky.
She scooched the box over and 4 big puppies were scrapping with each other. 3 of them were males and they looked like the shepherd. The runty one looked like a female and she looked like the dog that used to walk me home. Well, that explained why he kept going back.
I picked up the female. She said that one looks exactly like her dad. You might have a little Houdini on your hands if you take that one. I smiled and cuddled on her. right away, I could tell the puppy had been handled a lot. She was calm about being picked up. She snuffled around my face and then was still as I held her. The 3 males never noticed she was gone. They just continued playfully fighting and rambunctiously tearing into each other.
As I held the pup close, I talked to the woman a bit and in a roundabout way asked her about the house that went up for rent on the block behind her. She frowned and said, nasty people. She knew the owners. Roberta told me they broke the lease and got the heck out of dodge. They were hoarders. Left all their crap and a dog in the backyard. When she hadn't been able to reach the family on the phone, she checked on the house. Got the shock of her life when that big dog busted through the fence and charged at her. Sorry kid, pound picked him up. She felt guilty for saying it, but I couldn't blame her for being angry.
I understood, it still was a terrible ending, but I had no choice but to be understanding.
My sisters and brothers came home and immediately began to play with the puppy. Dad came home looked at the pup and my youngest siblings made the biggest pleadingest eyes at him. he knew he wasn't going to win. He backed away and headed to the den. Mom came home and began yelling she didn't want the dog. I knew if I wasn't in the room.. her biological children could get her to bend. She took one look at the dog and called one of our dog-fanatic cousins. She argued she didn't want a big dangerous breed in the house. The kids easily overcame that argument about training the dog. They would deal with it (lies). They countered anything she had to say with anything they thought she would need to hear.
Finally, she gave up.
The puppy at first started out on a chain in the backyard. Not even a few minutes later Dini was sleeping soundly in the den, stretched across Pop's beer belly.
Dini was no different than her dad. She would bust the gate to walk with me to school if mom was late getting her leash. We took her in the car on bad weather days.
The funny part is Dini sees her mom whether her owner wants her to or not. When we drive by or walk by, the giant king shepherd comes up and visits Dini. I think she still looking for him. Seeing Dini seems to help her be at ease with him being gone. I'm not going to lie. Dini does the same for me.
By Screamlogic ©