Wednesday, October 29, 2003

With this I made my theology class cry...
“A Puppy’s Diary”

Week 1:
Today I’m a week old, I’m so happy to be in this world!

Month 1:
Mi mom takes good care of me. She’s the best mom in the world.

Month 2:
Today I was taken away from my mom. She was really worried, and with her eyes she told me goodbye, hoping that my new “human family” would take good care of me, just as she did.

Month 4:
I’ve grown fast; everything catches my attention. There are a few children in the house, for me they are like my “little brothers.” We are very active, they pull my tail and I playfully bite them.

Month 5:
Today I got scold. My master got mad because I “peed” inside the house; but she never told me where I should go to when I needed to. Besides, I sleep in the room… And I couldn’t hold it!

Month 6:
I’m a happy dog. I have the warmth of a home; I feel so safe, so protected. I think my human family loves me and spoils me a lot. When they eat, they share with me. The garden is for me alone, and I enjoy digging holes and hiding food in them. My masters don’t say anything, all I do must be right.

Month 12:
Today I’m a year old. I’m a big dog now! My masters say that I’ve grown more than they thought. They must be so proud of me.

Month 13:
I feel awful. My “little brother” took my ball away from me. I never take his toys. So I took it back. But my jaws are too strong now, so I hurt him without meaning it. After that fright, I got chained and I could barely move, and the sun is too bright. They say they got me under observation and that I should be ashamed. I don’t understand what is going on.

Month 15:
Nothing is the same… I live in the roof. I feel lonely; my family doesn’t love me anymore. Sometimes they forget that I’m hungry and thirsty. When it rains, I don’t have any shelter,

Month 16:
Today I was taken down from the roof. I bet my family forgave me. I got so happy, that I was jumping up and down from the happiness I felt. On top of that, they are going take me on a trip with them. We were on the road and suddenly we stopped. They opened the door and I came out of the car happy that we were going to our picnic. I don’t understand why they closed the door and left.

“Hey! Wait up! You’re forgetting me!”

I ran after the car with all my strength. I got so worried as I ran and ran and they didn’t stop: They forgot about me.

Month 17:
I’ve tried so hard to find my way back home. I feel lonely and I’m lost. On my way there are kind-hearted people that see me with pity and give me something to eat. I say thanks with my eyes and from deep inside my soul. I wish they could I adopt me, and I would be the most loyal of all. But all they say is “poor doggie, he must be lost.”

Month 18:
The other day I passed by a school and saw a lot of children just like my “little brothers.” I went to them, and a group of them, laughing, threw me a rain of rocks “to see who has the best aim” they said.

One of the rocks hit me on the eye and since then I can’t see through it.

Month 19:
It seems like a lie, when I was prettier, people would have pity on me. Now I’m really thin; I don’t look the same. I lost my eye and people hit me when I try to lie down and rest on a little shade.

Month 20:
I can barely move. Today when I tried to cross the street, a car ran over me. I was supposed to be in this safe place called the sidewalk, but I’ll never forget the look of satisfaction of the driver that even moved to try to get ran over me harder.

Month 21:
I’ve spent 10 day under the sun, the rain, the cold, without food. I can’t move anymore. I can’t stand the pain. I feel awful; I’m in a humid place y it looks like my hair is falling. Some people pass by and doesn’t even see me; other say “Don’t go near it”

I’m almost unconscious; but some strange force made me open my eyes. The sweetness of a voice made me respond.

“Poor doggie, look what they have done to you.” It said… next to her came a guy in a white coat, he touched me and said:

“I’m sorry miss, but this dog is not going to make it, it’s better if he just stopped suffering.”

The good lady shed some tears and agreed. How I could, I move my tail and looked at her, thanking her for helping rest. I only felt the pinch of the shot y I went to sleep always thinking on why did I have to be born if no one loved me.


The thing is not to throw your dog to the streets, but to educate them. Don’t make into a problem what could be a great company.


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