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I became a dog 3 years ago. In the beginning I thought my new family would be perfect. It has been more than I could ever have hoped for. I was adopted when I was 4 years old and I had no idea what I was getting myself into.
The thought of a new home, a new family and a new life is exhilarating. I know it has been a tough adjustment and I am not asking for pity. Just, you have to be open and honest with yourself and me. I want to talk to you about my life, the dogs I live with and how this is working.
I live with 3 girls and 1 boy and he is the love of my life, the joy of my life, the best thing that has ever happened to me. I live in a town that is full of dogs. The town I live in is full of dogs that were abandoned, that are not cared for, that have never been homes. There are about 300 dogs, I know it seems like a lot but if you add all the dogs that live in a few towns and all the dogs in the shelters I am talking about a lot of dogs.
Here is where I tell you that I am different than the other dogs.
My name is Peanut, and I am a German Shepherd.
My family consists of me, my boyfriend, a boy and 3 girls. When I say I live with a dog, I mean it is a dog, I do not live with any one dog, I live with all of them.
My first night in a new home, the 3 girls and I came home from a walk and my boy came home too. I went up and gave him a hug and a kiss, and he immediately turned and went into his bedroom. I could feel something was wrong, the 3 girls were quiet and they were not happy. I went to my room and lay down on my bed. I could feel a tear fall on my arm, and I looked down at my hand and saw a tear fall down my arm. I looked up and there was my boy on my bed crying, he could not stop crying. He was so afrd, he had a bad reaction to me coming into the house and hugging him and kissing him. I could not blame him, I had never hugged or kissed a boy before.
I am a male German Shepherd, but I know what it is like to be a girl. I grew up with other girls and even the other girls do not look at me like I am strange. The only way I am different from my girlfriends is that my fur is long and I am big.
I love my family, I love my boyfriend, I love my friends, I love my home and I love life. I am very happy.
It has been 3 years and I am still afrd of my boy. It is like I know he is there and then he is not. I know if I am not careful he will scare me agn and I will feel like I do when I come home and he is in the house.
You know, I would not change anything. I have learned how to accept my new life.
I wish I could give a book about my experiences.
I am a true survivor and a good dog.
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Saturday, July 10, 2012
As I began writing this essay, I felt a bit of trepidation. It wasn't as much that I didn't want to write it, but, it was hard to think of what to say. I've been asked a lot of questions, and the answers I had for them have been exhausted.
However, I thought it would be good to get these thoughts down. There's a lot of pressure to be a good dog or a good owner, and it is a heavy burden that can make someone become depressed. It doesn't matter how good you are, or how much money you have, or if your house is spotless - there are no guarantees.
I was lucky to have met such good dogs and people, and I think I've had the best life. I'm fortunate to have had loving owners, great health, a loving boyfriend, a wonderful place to live and lots of affection.
When I talk about dogs, I mean good dogs.
When you talk about good dogs, you mean good, affectionate dogs that are smart, and don't cause a lot of problems. That is the type of dog I've had.
I grew up with my mom. I always had a great relationship with her. I spent my summers with her. I spent my weekends with her. The only difference between then and now is that I have my own place now and my boyfriend and I go to the beach on the weekends. We have been together for 8 years, and our dog, Sarge is very good with other dogs.
My mom and dad did a great job taking care of me. They never really sd much. They didn't have to - I was a happy dog, and they could see it.
I was taken to dog obedience trning when I was 2 months old. I am the only dog I've ever had to do obedience trning, and I had to start at a very young age. It wasn't fun at all, but I had to do it because the other dog's family wanted to see me be good.
There is not one thing I could change in my life that would make me unhappy. I have a great home. My people are great. My boyfriend is great. My life is perfect.
I've been adopted, and I'm very grateful for that. It's not a normal relationship, but my dog has a good relationship with everyone I know. My parents don't live with us, and it's fine. It's not that bad.
I know I'm lucky.
I can't speak for the dogs that are taken away from their people, but I've heard lots of stories, and a lot of them are bad. That has nothing to do with us.
People think that when you