Fiona, in her own words…..
Posted by Jennifer on August 22, 2011
Hi, my mane is Fiona. It wasn’t always that name, my life wasn’t like this. I don’t remember much of my past, as I like to live in the moment! I do remember living somewhere far away from here; I drove a long time in the back of a truck, in a cage with other dogs like myself. I remember waking up in a strange place…..I was sore, tired and confused. I heard someone say that I was spayed…..whatever that meant. I have had babies in the past and I wasn’t much interested in that again. I was put in a room alone. Someone even brought me dinner! I didn’t have to try to catch it; it was placed right in front of me. My mouth was sore…..but I could still eat the niblets better. I was now missing a tooth, and it was hard to keep my tongue in my mouth. I tried to smile pretty when strange people would come look in at me, they did that all day long. These people would take other dogs out of there room, and then the dogs would never come back- just being replaced with other dogs. I got the impression that I was ‘ugly’, I heard someone say that one day, I could tell it wasn’t good cause of the look on their faces when they looked at me. Sympathy and sadness was what I saw all day long, for almost 2 months…until one day when a nice lady took me into a room….
I was so excited to be out of my room, and with other people who weren’t looking at me strangely. I ran right up to the nice lady and kissed her face, licking the salt off it tasted kind of good! I rolled on my back, letting her rub my belly. This was great! It wasn’t long and I realized I was one of those dogs that weren’t going back to my old room……
I was taken by the nice lady to another place. I could smell the scent of other dogs, but I couldn’t see any. I was placed immediately in a crate- a smaller room that I was used to, but the treats in it made me happy. The nice lady kept calling me ‘Fi,’ She fed me treats, took me outside for walks and even played ball with me. Ball, my favorite thing in the world, how did they know? Every day I waited patiently- doing whatever task or thing they asked me, just to get at that little yellow ball. Life was good.
I was not alone in this good life and to my dismay, the nice lady, not so nicely, brought in 4 other dogs! Why? Wasn’t I good enough????? Mt life was better than running in the streets, and scavenging a for food, so if I had to share this lady with other dogs, then I would!.I twirled in circles in my crate letting out a huge sigh as I curled in a ball to sleep. My 2nd favorite thing to do….
I was a very smart dog and had my new situation all worked out in no time. I taught the nice lady how to play with me, how to take me potty, when to feed me (although she still needs work on that- cause I want to eat all the time- and she only lets me twice a day!) I was blessed with two boyfriends, not one, but two! Ha- I am not so ugly after all! Both were yellow dogs bigger than me, they looked alike, but I could smell the difference. I loved rolling around on the floor with them…..yes, life was different, but life was good. Until….
Different humans would come in and out throughout my time there. Some men would walk me; I would do tricks for them and get them to throw the ball. But then all these men would leave with one of the other housemates I had. Where were they going? Hey- wait….????? Before I knew it, all my friends were gone, except the one blond dog, that left and came back daily. The nice lady kept petting me and saying something I couldn’t understand, but the same words all over again was clear, Chris and daddy. I was confused; all I wanted was my ball…..
Chris Daddy, a tall skinny light haired human walked in one day. Everyone got quiet. Chris came up to me, I could smell him and I liked his scent…..it smelled just like the shirt I have been cuddling with at nights. ‘Daddy’…..was this what that word meant? One thing was for sure, Chris Daddy wasn’t there to see the nice lady, or the other blond barking dog….Chris Daddy was here for me!!!! From that moment on, they attached my leash to my collar and the other end to this Chris Daddy. I was more than ok with that, I could tell Chris Daddy needed to be attached to me…he needed my direction. For the first time on my short dog life, I realized this was my destiny……
We spent every moment together. The nice lady taught Chris Daddy how to talk to me, the words I knew, we worked together walking on a leash, driving in the car..And the best part was every night I got to sleep with him, no more crate, just a nice fluffy bed where I could snuggle close to my Chris Daddy. I could smell the pain in his bad arm….see my Chris Daddy had only one arm, the other was hung close by his body. Something about a shoulder surgery, but he was hero to me. My Chris daddy didn’t care about his pain, he cared more about me! ME! Little Fi Fionia!! My tail wouldn’t stop wagging and I couldn’t keep my tongue in my mouth, my happiness glowing! I knew right then that I would do anything and everything for my Chris Daddy….
I knew something was up one morning….Chris daddy was packing up his stuff and mine. What was going on? Was he leaving like all the others? Well, this was my Chris Daddy and I wasn’t going to let that happen. I waited by the door every-time he went out it. I ignored the nice lady who was crying and calling my name. I heard her mumble something about loving me and hard to say good bye..But all I cared was that I wouldn’t be separated form my Chris daddy. I have a job to do now…..the nice lady said through her tears….duh! I rolled my eyes at her……just then I was scooped up and placed in the car! Yippee!!!! I was leaving too…and with my Chris Daddy…
Yes, nice lady, I have a job to do and I promise to take good care of my Therapy Human…..