I’m not a bad dog. It’s just that most people don’t know how to help me! I don’t want to be like this, I just need someone who understands me and knows how to talk to me.
If no one comes soon, they say I will be put down. I don’t know what that means, but it doesn’t sound good.
When I fall asleep, I dream. In my dream I’m walking! I have a collar on and it is attached to a leash. It’s a warm, sunny day and there is a nice human walking beside me. He calls me “good dog” and I can feel his warmth and kindness. I wag my tail to let him know “I like you too”.
Then my dream takes me to a big backyard. I’m lying in the soft green grass. I’m chewing on a big bone while my humans sit around me talking and having fun. Some of the little humans are running around the yard. They toss a ball for me and we play with all my toys. We play for what seams to be forever. Some of them take the time to teach me some tricks. And they give me treats and call me “Good Dog” when I do them right. I really like the name good dog!
In my dreams, I’m also running in a big open field with lots of other dogs. We are running and chasing each other. We bark for joy as we tumble around together in the soft grass. It’s great to have friends to play with.
Every day it’s the same thing, I get to run, I get to play, I get to go for long walks. I have a safe place to live, and I have someone that really cares about me. And best of all, I’m not afraid anymore! Awh, This is the Life!
Then … BANG … I hear a big steel door slam. It scares me and I wake up! I jump to my feet. Someone’s coming … I bark because I’m scared, and no one wants me because they are afraid of me.
Maybe, just maybe, next time I wake up, my dreams will be real.