The following is a story I got from another
Cocker Spaniel webpage, I felt it was an
Am I FAMOUS NOW?
I was born today. One of 10.
My daddy was very
famous. I have lots of half brothers
and sisters. My mother is very famous.
Since she got famous,
she has only had puppies.
No more loving hands,
no more fun trips... just puppies.
She is always sad when they leave her.
I left home today. I didn't want to go,
so I hid behind my mama and my
three litter mates that were left.
I didn't like you. But one day they
said I would be famous.
I wonder; is famous the
same as fun and good times?
So you picked me up
and carried me away,
even though you were concerned
about me hiding from you.
I don't think you liked me.
My new home is far away.
I am scared and afraid.
My heart says BE BRAVE.
My ancestors were.
Did they go to good homes like mine?
I'm hungry because I can't eat
too much because it will be bad
for my bones. I can't bite or snap
when the children are mean to me.
I just run and play and pretend
I am in a big green field with
butterflies and robins and frogs.
I can't understand why they kick me.
I am quiet, but the man hits
and says loud things.
The lady doesn't feed me good things
like I had with my mother. She just
throws dry food on the ground,
then goes away before I can get
too close for touching and petting.
Sometimes my food smells
bad but I eat it anyway.
Today I had 10 puppies.
They are so wonderful
and warm. Am I famous now?
I wish I could play
with them, but they are so tiny.
I am so young and playful that
it is hard to lay here in this hole
under the house nursing my puppies..
They are crying now. I am so hungry.
I scratch and worry my fur.
I wish someone would throw
me some food. I am also very thirsty.
I now have eight. Two got cold
during the night and I couldn't
make them warm again. They are gone.
We are all very weak.
Maybe if I
take them out on the porch,
we can get some food.
Today they took us away.
It was too much trouble
to feed us and someone came
to take us away.
Someone grabbed my puppies,
they were crying and whimpering.
We were put in a truck with boxes
in it. Are my babies famous now?
I hope so, because I miss them.
They are gone.
The place smelled of urine,
fear and sickness.
Why was I here? I was beautiful,
like my ancestors.
Now I am hungry, dirty,
in pain and unwanted.
Maybe the worst is unwanted.
No one came
though I tried to be good.
Today someone came.
They put a rope on my neck
and led me to a room that
was very clean and had a shiny table.
They put me on the table.
Someone held me and hugged me.
It felt so good!!!
Then I felt tired and
laid over the last one who cared.
I AM FAMOUS NOW. Today someone cared.