I'm so sad today. One of my friends are going to be rehomed. I know what he's going through because it happened to me. ME! Good Dog Bud!
I was an incredibly cute puppy. My mom and her mate loved me very much. She bought me toys and food. She would go to work each day and leave me locked in the bathroom. It was cold. I got bored and looked for things to do after I got tired of my toys. I barked hoping someone would come and play with me, but no one was there. I cried then went to sleep. Mom and Dad would come home from work to find me asleep and tell me what a good boy I was. They didn't know how lonely I was. I was so happy to see them! I bounced and wrestled with them but they didn't play with me too long because they were tired and hungry. So back in the bathroom I was placed. I whimpered, they would tell me to be quiet. I never got to go outside because they thought the potty pads they gave me were good enough. I never really understood what they were but I'd get yelled at if I played with them so I was at a loss as to what to do with them. Nothing I did with them made them happy. I was always yelled at when I went potty. I was so confused.
One day, they brought home this thing they called a "crate". They put my water and food in it along with my toys. They covered at halfway for my privacy. I liked it.
When they were home, they would leave the door open and I could go in and out. At night, they would lock me in it. All night long. When they left for work, they would lock me in it again. All DAY long!
The little crate they bought me, I came to hate. It became my prison. I felt I was being punished and I didn't know why. I was just a puppy and this first year of my life was one of constant confinement, loneliness and isolation with playtime with my Mom and Dad when they had time.
One day they brought home a baby human. The baby didn't have a crate and took all their time. I never got how and where was the right place to go potty so they took me to a shelter saying that I "was too much trouble" and left me there.
I was one of the lucky ones. The very next day my new Mom found me. She teaches me things. I'm never alone. I go potty outside because she walks me 3-4 times a day. I don't get yelled at anymore. There isn't anything that I wouldn't do for her.
We understand each other. I love her very much and she loves me.
I'm no longer just a toy.
