Tomorrow marks the 7th year my silly human took me home. They were saying I was only a tenth of my present size back then but I don’t think I have changed much, save for my size. I am still a big baby at heart, still the goofy puppy they have come to know and love.
I may not be a very obedient dog. I gave them a hard time when it was time for my injections and showers, they have to chase me around the house, coax me with food and come up with new tricks to keep me distracted. Everytime. Despite that, they would come running to me whenever I had nightmares
I don’t know what would have become of me if I didn’t meet zeomy. I guess I would not have survived till today, for this is not a very tolerant and gracious place for strays. I may be born in a first world country but this is a first world country whose heart is never big enough for us dogs, cats and other animals. But I see hope. I have met other doggies whom have been given a second chance in life and I have met lovely humans at dog rescue groups who will do everything they can for us dogs and other strays too. And I believe the numbers will grow.
There is hope, as long as there are hearts that are big enough to let us in.
