For the Love of Dog
Who rescues whom?
Edie J. Adler
My name is Buster. I live with my mom and dad, two sisters and three brothers. We have four cats and three birds. I love playing with the cats, but am not a big fan of the birds; they can get very noisy and their beaks are huge!
Published on LatinoLA: August 28, 2012
We all share a nice home and get lots of love. But life was not always so good; I was taken from my real mom when I was still a baby. I'm not sure how I ended up with people that were not very nice. They used to hit me all the time, sometimes I didn't even know why! One day they left the door opened and I took the chance to escape. The streets were not much better than my previous "home" – I soon realized people were all mean; if I got too close, they would chase me, kick me, and throw water at me. I was lonely, scared, and very sad.
Then one day I was going through some trash, trying to find something to eat, when a man in a scary uniform grabbed me and took me to jail. They put me in a cell with other inmates. I was so frightened I thought it would be better if I just stayed in a corner; if I curled up and got out of everyone's way, maybe they would leave me alone and not hurt me!
People would come every day to look at us through the bars. My cell mates would get super excited, practically begging to be adopted. Not me! I knew better than to get involved with humans. I forgot to mention that I am a dog. My mom was what people call a Chihuahua (that sounds very funny) and my dad was called a Dachshund. Occasionally one of my cellmates would get "lucky" and be taken by humans. Everyone thought that was the best thing ever; they did not believe when I told them how mean people were. Sometimes instead of being taken by a person, one of us would end up in the bad, dark, scary room, a place no one ever left alive! Yes, I was afraid of the dark room, but I really didn't know what would be worse…the dark room or going back to people who only knew how to beat you!
And then it happened: a woman came to look through the bars. I tried to hide in my corner, but it was useless; she asked the caretaker to bring me out. They put a leash on me. I began to cry. The woman asked if anyone else had been interested in me. I heard the caretaker tell her that I was much too shy, so no one had ever paid attention to me and I would soon be on death row.
"We cannot let that happen" – she said – "I'm taking him!"
I was so scared! Maybe it would be better to go into the dark room and get it over with. I did not want to be hit any more!
They took me to a hospital where more mean people seemed to enjoy pricking me with needles; when I woke up the next day, the woman was there to pick me up. She seemed happy to see me but I was trying very hard not to make eye contact.
After a very long drive (this part was fun) we got to my new home. The lady introduced me to the rest of the family. One of my sisters, Dottie, made it very clear she was in charge because she was mom's favorite. They all told me the humans here were kind and I would be very happy. I didn't believe them.
The first couple of weeks, every time my human mom put her hand out towards me, I was sure she was going to hit me. It's embarrassing, but many times I had an "accident" because I was afraid of her. To my surprise, all she was doing was petting me! She wasn't even mad at me for peeing in the house! Could this be possible? Were these humans really as good as everyone here said they were? The day my human mom took me out of jail, she also took another dog that had been put on death row. She called him Olympo. He was kind of cranky but seemed to be very happy here from that first day; go figure!
Then one day when my humans came home, something weird happen to my tail…it started wagging like crazy! It felt really good! It also felt good to be happy to see my human mom and dad! I hate to admit it, but I missed them! I just wanted to kiss them and let them know how much I loved them!
I have been living here for about four years. I quickly discovered I was wrong about people; they are not all mean! In fact, I now believe they are all good. I love when people come to the house. I am head of the welcoming committee and I love jumping on everyone's lap, kissing them, and making them feel welcome!
Inevitably our guests tell my mom they want to take me with them…they all love me! I love when my mom tells them to go to the shelter and get their own "Buster" - I completely agree. There are so many dogs like me that need good homes; that's why I welcome our guests with such enthusiasm! I want to show them how good we "rescue" dogs are; perhaps they will go to the jail and get someone out also! I can personally guarantee they would not regret it. That's one thing about us dogs and cats…you give us just a little bit of love and we will love you forever!
Thank you for reading my story. I hope it inspires you to go to a shelter near you and do as my human mom says: "Get your own Buster!"
Edie J. Adler:
Edie J. is an actress, public speaker, and independent producer. She and hubby Neal live in Valley Glenn with their 6 dogs, 4 cats, 3 birds, 2 frogs, one turtle, and a very sneaky mapache.
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