My Life Unchained.
I can’t tell you exactly where and how my life began. I know that my person bought me and my brother from what humans call a “backyard breeder” when I was a baby. We lived in little houses outside her house. She had children who would come outside and play with us and we loved them and our person fed us. It was our life and we were as happy as we knew how to be.
Then our person and her family had to move, evicted, she called it. And so did we. Our people moved to an apartment and we moved to other little houses outside another house. My brother didn’t like his new little house much and he made the roof come off of it a lot. So they took his house away and chained him to the tree since he turned his house into a convertible. He didn’t like that too much either, so he slipped out of his collar and went adventuring. When he came back, they padlocked his collar so it wasn’t loose anymore. I didn’t much like my little house so I took the top off of that one, too, but I didn’t want to be padlocked, so I never went adventuring.
I wish I could see more people and have some more fun, but I’m a girl and a homebody so I stayed in the other person’s yard on my chain. Since I was in that yard all the time the neighbor boys came to visit me but my brother couldn’t protect me and my person wasn’t there to protect me and I couldn’t leave either. I was confused and I wish I wasn’t chained up. Those neighbor boys, the Boxer and the Pit Bull, they said I was their girlfriend. I guess it was true, because at 15 months old, I found myself in a “family way.”
What happens next? I’m starting to feel bigger, and my belly is growing but my ribs are starting to stick out, too. And it is getting colder. The tree that my brother is chained to is dropping those fluttery things down on us and I’m shaking a little at night. I’m cold, I’m hungry sometimes and I’m confused.
I see lights in the window and people move around, it looks warm inside and sometimes my person comes, sometimes she brings her little people but sometimes no one comes and I am sad.
Now the fluttery things are all gone from my brother’s tree. There is another tiny tree the people called it a bush. It has some fluttery things under it. I’m in pain. I cry a little but no one comes to help. I lay on the fluttery things under the bush and my tummy hurts. It hurts a lot. I push and my babies start coming out. Slowly, very slowly. We are cold and the ground is hard, even with the fluttery things under us. My person comes and puts me in the bottom part of my old house with a little blanket. She puts four of my babies in there with me and the babies burrow under me for warmth. She puts three more in a bag. I know they are dead and I am sad. I am still confused.
Then another lady came. She got out of her truck and walked straight up to my brother and put her hands around his big head and petted him. I could tell he liked her right away. I called her Nice Lady. She came over to me and said we should go in her truck where it was nice and warm, but then yet another lady came and she took one look at us and put my smallest and coldest baby right down her shirt. She was to become my Foster Mama. The babies and I went in her truck and once my person found the key, my brother went in the truck with Nice Lady.
When we got to Foster Mama’s house, my brother went to his own room and got some food and water and a nice pillow to sleep on. I went into the house! That’s right, I went into the house! I was still feeling funny, so I lay across Nice Lady’s lap for a while as Foster Mama tried to get the babies to nurse off me. I wasn’t really ready for that yet, though. Nice Lady said I was acting hungry, and Foster Mama said dogs don’t usually eat while we are having babies but she got me a bowl of food and I ate the whole thing right from where I was laying. Oh it was so tasty!
I felt better with food in my belly, but then a lot of green and black goo started coming out and with it, another little puppy. This one was black and white just like me, but his entire back end was green like the goo. After him came my only little girl. I was seventeen months old, I had five little babies with me and three were left behind in a bag with my person. My former person.
When everybody was finally settled, I fed my babies, just like I knew I was supposed to. I heard Foster Mama and Nice Lady talking about how cold it was, they said it was thirty two degrees outside. They said it was the first day of December. I don’t really know what that means, but I think it means very cold. I felt very cold before, but not anymore.
I stayed with Foster Mama, who said she would help all of us find “forever homes.” She said that was her job because she rescues those of us who need help. Nice Lady became my defender and promoter. Foster Mama called her my mama bear. Whenever I saw her, I felt happy inside and wiggly outside.
Sparkles, how is your life different now?
“I live in the same house that my parents live in. I am always warm and I always have lots of food and toys. My Real Mama says I am not really supposed to be on the sofa, but since My Real Daddy lets me, it is ok.”
Where is your brother and your babies?
“My brother lives in Wisconsin with his Real Mama. He was the first one of us to find his “forever home.” One of my little black babies, the one who was coldest, he only lived for two more weeks but everyone else has their own home. Foster Mama says they are all spoiled too. The one that looks like me lives with Nice Lady.”
What can you tell us about living outside?
”I love people and want to be with them all the time. I was sad when the neighbor dogs came over and I was still a baby when I had babies. I did my best at being a mama, but that wasn’t really the life I liked. I didn’t really want to be their mama anymore, so when they were little, they ate other food. Foster Mama made sure I would never have to have babies again.”
Any other thoughts you’d like to share?
“Some people said Nice Lady was crazy to just walk up to me and my brother, because we are Pit Bulls and we might be mean to her, especially me. They said you don’t walk up to a new mama, but I was so grateful for the help and that Nice Lady and Foster Mama gave us a chance. They saw in our hearts that we are nice and they offered help. They said they don’t judge us based on looks or stereotypes. I wish everyone was more like that.”
Author’s Note: This guest blog was done by the wonderful Miss Debra. Please check out her blog at http://www.peaceabull.blogspot.com/. Thank you so very much for being interested in doing a guest post. Please note this is original work by Miss Debra Lockhart, please contact her directly for permission to use. This article is a part of the Pittie Love Theme & A Guest Post, please click on either badge for more articles