Before I found books, my life was the pits…
I have a few unusual problems…First, I belong to a breed that many people and even more dogs are afraid of. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s the fact that I am extremely muscular and have a very strong will. Maybe it’s the fact that I feel almost obliged to attack other dogs. Its sad. But its my nature. And it might have been my nurture as well.
Second problem. I have amnesia. Not the kind that normal dogs have as in, ‘a minute ago?’ what’s that? My puppy-hood is blank. I remember nothing. And I have scars. Literally. Bite marks on my belly. From who? I don’t remember. I’m sure there is a name for my condition.
About a year ago I found my way into the backyard of the woman I love. Of course I didn’t love her then. I didn’t know her then. But after one cold night outside her door and many appointments with behaviorists and veterinarians, shots and surgeries to remove my womb! The woman and I fell in love…she took off the diaper she made me wear…and is still trying to modify my preferences and places for doing my “business.”I am not a gangster. Yet people who view me on the street seem genuinely afraid. Okay, I have nipped a few in the excitement of the moment but never with anything past the zeal of an uncontrolled urge.
Speaking of urges…I have the urge to bite other dogs. Especially big ones. Idon’t know why. Maybe if I had a memory it would explain things but as it is the woman is my only friend. She thinks it has to be that way. So I’m bored a lot. She works. I guard her. We walk.
But there was something missing in my life…and then…one day while peeing on a paper, I turned around.…and so did my life.
Books!
Suddenly, in books, there were cars to hang your head out of, squirrels to chase, oceans to swim and pee in! Ohhh those stupid cats only get nine lives but for a dog that can read…the possibilities are endless!
