Post by d e c o d e on Jun 14, 2009 18:50:45 GMT -6
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friendly staff
almost all high pack positions open
fairly active
wolf hybrids allowed
it all started with a collar,
We've all started out in the same place, or close enough, right? We are taken home to our new owners, that beautiful, new collar put around our neck, with the tag on it. The tag has our name on it, that phone number to our new home. We have officially been claimed, wanted, loved. We are loved, cared for through our puppy stages. We get the laughs as we do something so completely adorable, then we get pictures taken to remember the moment. And even if we get in trouble for chewing their favorite pair of slippers, they can't stay mad at us, and will cover us in hugs and kisses, telling us they love us and never want to let us go. We feel the true love at that point, the potential to live the rest of our lives in pure bliss and happiness. But not all of us are lucky, are we?
As we start to get older, start to grow into our adult coats and out of the puppy stage, what we do isn't cute anymore. Our owners that once loved us, now find us annoying, constantly in the way, and a useless item. W crave their attention, but they shove us away and say they have no time for us, then they turn their backs and continue to laugh on the phone. Getting fresh food and water becomes a problem as we beg them to at least feed us. The spot on the bed next to the owner we would die for, is suddenly filled up by another puppy or a new human. We all feel lost and completely and utterly confused. So we begin to try harder, try as much as we can to please the one we love and adore so much, but they only find us beyond annoying, and they kick us away or smack our heads to make us run off scared.
And then one day, the can't stand to see us anymore. So they grab us by that collar they bought us, that was once beautiful and brand new, and they drag us out into the backyard. They grab the chain that they have put around the tree for us and clip it to our collar, then they dump our dog food in the dirt, and fill up the old, dirty water bowl. And then they leave us. The sun beats down on us, and because we can feel ourselves wasting away in the heat, we drink the water, some of us even sit in it, just to stay cool. But soon we realize that they aren't coming outside to see us anymore, that they don't care as they go on with their lives, never coming outside to give us the love that we use to drown in. So we cry. Cry till they finally come out to yell at us, throw something at us. Just so we can see their face.
And then we realize they are gone. They have no meaning for us anymore. They don't even care watching us waste away in the backyard. But they don't want the children to ever see this, so we are closed away from looking into the windows because of the curtains, and the children are not allowed to play in their own backyard. The food they gave us all that while ago has been eaten, or is invested with flies. But we are so hungry, we eat it anyway, taking in the dirt and rocks as well. Our stomach growls as we begin to go hungry, our skin being dragged across our bones just to cover them. And then one day, that collar suddenly feels loose. So we tug on it, letting it slip off our neck and fall to the ground. We all look at it. Remember that the now faded, dirty, collar, was once brand new and we were proud to wear it. Now it had become the isolation that forced us to stay here, until our death. And with that, we all turn away, and never look back.
that eventually wore away.