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The SPCA. Read the dogs point of view after living as part of family pack for nine years only to be abandoned by the people he loved...

Submitted: August 01, 2012

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Submitted: August 01, 2012

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The Unwanted

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Storm, the white shepard, knew something different was going on with his humans..They didn't seem to have time for him lately, and his regular walks were dwindling to maybe a weekly stroll. Strange smelling objects were being placed in the spare room. Lots of teddys, but not for him to touch. Soft blankets, but not for him to lay on. OUT STORM! was all he heard if he even looked into the room. What the heck was going on? The female human, Wendy, looked and smelled different. Her belly was huge and if he happened to jump on her, he was reprimanded with a shout and a sharp kick. At the back door, he signalled for it to be opened to do his business. No one payed any attention. He gave two sharp barks to let them know that he was serious. "Anthony! Let Storm out please!" Wendy yelled up to her son. "Aw, come on, mom, I'm busy here!"

"NOW, Anthony, he's got to go!" Sighing in irritation, for he was busy texting his girl, he stomped down the stairs to the back door where Storm was patiently waiting.."Your a pain in the butt, Storm," he said to the dog. Storm came to be a part of this family when Anthony was about 5. A puppy, Storm was the answer to a little boys dream. Playful and mischievous, Storm and Anthony romped and rolled, and basically caused chaos wherever they were. But lately, Storm noticed that his boy had no time for him anymore..

\"\"Now, it seemed, no one did...\"\"

Storm woke the next morning with his humans, his pack, and and immediately sensed tension in the air. His boy, Anthony, was yelling at Wendy, and the man, Matt, was quiet and stern. His ears pricked up at the sound of his name being mentioned many times throughout the arguement, and the boy slammed his way out the door to school. He laid his big, white head on Matts knee inquiringly, and closed his eyes with delight as a hand gently scratched behind his ears..

"Wendy, are you sure this is what you want? I mean, I know the baby is coming soon, and all, but do you really think that Storm would harm her? He's never as much as made a scratch on Ant. I know money is tight right now..but.."

"Listen, Matt, you don't have to lay the guilt trip on, you know I love Storm too, but we have to think about the baby! He's a big dog, Matt! His paw alone could do some damage!"

"Alright, alright, I'll bring him over this morning before I head off to work. Matt worked part time for a moving company, and his first house wasn't until ten. He thought about the 9 yr. old shepard and wondered if they were doing the right thing. It's not like we can't get another, smaller dog when the baby is a bit bigger.

Much to Storms delight, Matt hooked up his leash to his collar, and headed out the door. "Sorry buddy, your not gonna like where we're going", he told the excited dog. Matt open the car door, and tial wagging happily, Storm jumped in. He sat in the front seat, waiting eagerly for the car to move.

It took 15 minutes to get to the shelter, and Storms ears stood up at the sounds of other dogs barking. A dog park? But no, these dogs wern't barking happily, it was a frantic, yearning kind of barking that scared Storm.

\"\"Matt came around to his side and led him out of the car. "Come on old boy, time to meet the gang".

Storm hung back. He had a very bad feeling about this. "come ON Storm, lets go before I'm late for work." He yanked the lease forcing Storm out of the car. Leading inside to intake, a worker showed Matt where to put the dog so he could fill out paper work.

"Is the dog up to date on shots? Rabies? Any behaviors potential owners should be aware of such as food aggression? Jumping? Going t the bathroom in the house? Is he, it is a he, right? Is he compatible with other animals? Cats? Neutered?" Matts head was spinning by the time all the paperwork was done.."listen, I've got to get to work, " he explained to the girl. "Could you please make sure that he gets adopted by a nice family? Preferably with kids?" He paid the intake fee and turned to go, but added before he left, "Listen, I didn't want to do this, it's my wife, she'a pregnant..." he said by way of explanation. "It happens all the time," the girl answered. " Pregnant, allergies, housebreaking problems, it's all the same". Matt at least had the decency to look ashamed....

Storm, locked in a small kennel, panted with fright and anxiety. He heard the car startup and barked frantically. His human forgot something! Him! Whining, pacing and barking, he dug at the concrete floor in an effort to get out. The other dogs, excited by a new addition to their already overcrowded living conditions, barked and growled and challenged Storm from their own kennels. One big dog in particular, a Rotttweiler, issued a warning bark to Storm, telling him that he was alpha around here. Storm smelled territorial marking and issued his own warning growl, fur standing on end in a ridge along his neck and back.

\"\"He waited. And Waited. People came and went, and with each sound of the door opening, he would leap up expectantly, only to be disappointed. The blanket on the floor was uncomfortable and made his arthritic hips hurt. Where was his teddy and his toys? Miserable, he threw his head back and howled his agony to the world.

The other dogs joined in and soon a worker came back to calm them. He looked into the new dogs kennel feeling sorry for the elder shepard. He just couldn't understand people. This poor dog was a part of the family for nine whole years, for Gods sake, and they suddenly decided they didn't have enough love in their hearts for a baby AND a dog. He shook his head in sympathy. "poor old guy," he softly whispered...he knew the dog had a week tops. Nobody wanted an aging Shepard. The shelters policy only allowed the younger, more adoptable dogs to live more then a week. This guy would be uthanized by next Thursday, he knew..

 

 

 

 

\"\"I wrote this to make people aware of what could happen to a dog you so carelessly drop off at the shelter because you suddenly decide that the dog you needed so badly becomes just an inconvenience. He will wait for you to come back all his life. He bonded with you. No matter who adopts him, he will still believe that someday you will come back. Dogs love unconditionally, and ask nothing from you but your love in return. When you get a dog, it's an obligation of love that should last the dogs short lifetime. Remember to neuter and spay to prevent MORE unwanted dogs.\"\" \"\"\"\"


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