Animals

The Happiest Of The Doggies

I am a happy dog, I have always been…

Let me tell you the story of my life, or to be more accurate, lives…

When I was born, I couldn’t see anything, I just somehow knew how to breathe and I spent my days laying and sucking to a weird-textured sort of bag where milk came from! It was awesome…

My old humans were kind of stuborn, they never threw me food and they where always shouting words I couldn’t understand, but there was a little human there defending me always, I think his name was.. Pedro? Or maybe Cedro… hold on… I'm pretty sure his name was something like bacon (I love bacon), well, we dogs have a very bad memory, so I can't tell right now…

Anyways, that little human was very nice, he always played with me and threw me food, I liked his face very often although the old humans didn’t like that, they always told him “that dog is very nasty, why can’t he be like Cleopatra? All nice and clean, he is such a street dog”...

First of all, I am not a nasty dog, I just love food from the trash, doing my needs wherever I want, and most definitely, to roll on the mud, that is called being a FUN dog, not a NASTY dog!

Secondly, Cleopatra is not thaaaat nice, she just has perfect fur, won 38 times the pedegree national award and she has a reserved V.I.P zone in the park… no big deal! Anyways, the only thing I cared about was to keep Jason safe…

Jason! That's it! The little human is called Jason! I would brag about my perfect memory, but there is no time for that…

Everything was perfect, until Jason, the little human, was not little anymore, he started to change, he was bigger, his voice was deeper, and the worst, he didn’t want to play with me anymore, all because of a female human called Sarah… ugh I hate Sarah…

It was not Jason and me anymore, it was Jason and Sarah. I tried to bite Sarah and pee on her many times to let her know Jason was mine, but she just kept saying words I didn’t understand and leak Jason’s face… I AM THE ONLY ONE AUTHORIZED TO LEAK JASON’S FACE!

If Sarah was a cat… If just Sarah was a cat… I swear on my pedegree (which is a lot) I would chase her to death… (I hate cats).

I spent days and days thinking my Jason-recovery plan, but suddenly, I had no more energy, It was like when I was a puppy, but without all the playing… Just laying there… I think the human term for this is called saussaging  (God, I love saussages!)... Wait a second… I think is aging actually… Suddenly, Jason was putting me in first place again! Take that Sarah!

I wanted to play with him again, but my legs wouldn’t answer… I felt like I was letting him down… I needed more bacon… yes… definitely bacon is the solution… Well, you know what happened next…

Jason started crying and said goodbye to me, just like he said to his old humans years ago, I couldn’t understand his words, but all I couldn’t think about was to go play outside, so Jason would stop crying, I wanted to tell him, but I knew he wouldn’t understand me.

Anyways, the moment arrived, but I wasn’t sad at all, I couldn’t stop thinking: “Who is going to take care of Jason now? “... Holy pedegree… Jason is going to be alone! I’m having a panic attack, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, that's why I hate telling this story…

By Camilo Duarte, Step 11