My mom says she does not believe in “love at first sight,” but I know that is not true because she fell head over heels for me the first time she saw me. I felt the same way. I was crossing the street and she was pulling out of her garage. She saw me, I saw her, and we both froze. It did not take her long to realize that I was alone and on my own. When she got out of the car, I was on three legs, with my front right leg up on the air, ready to run, but she started talking to me in a very sweet, calming voice and I could just not move. We stared at each other for a while and I knew at that very moment she would love me like no one had before. However, when she tried to get closer I ran; my survival instincts kicked in and in no time I was out of her sight and reach, but… I knew where she lived.
I had been running on several streets and encountered several nice people in her
neighborhood, some of them even offered me food and water but I just couldn’t risk it. I had a mission and my mission needed to be accomplished. By the time I met my mom, I had been on my own for over two weeks, I knew the ins and outs of the streets, and I knew I needed to stay away from bad people, but it was very hard to distinguish them, so I needed to be extra careful.
Four weeks before I found my forever home, my three four-week-old babies and I were taken to a place where they gave us food and shelter.
Everything was wonderful until the day they took my babies away. Then, a big guy, with an ugly heart, came and took me to his home. I ran away from his house that very same day. I knew my babies were not at the shelter anymore so I needed to go and find them. I walked over three miles and crossed a very busy highway searching for them. I slept most of the time hiding in bushes and ate pretty much anything that I could chew on.
That day, when it began to get dark I decided to go back to the house of the “calming voice” and just a few minutes later, there was the nice lady again. It was as if she knew I was outside her front yard. This time she was more relaxed and in less of a hurry and so was I. She sat down and started talking to me, and she made no effort to get closer. She then went inside and came back with a bowl of water and some food. Wow! I like this lady, but as soon as she got closer my right leg went into running mode. She immediately put the bowls down and walked a few steps back. My right front leg went down and I was relaxed again.
Being a street dog is not easy, all of us have a story but it takes more than one page to tell it. If you want to know more about my life email me at [email protected] and next time I will go right into the good stuff ☺. You can also tell me your story on how you found your forever home at the same email ☺
Wonder Colmenero Bard
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