this is the life

This is the life, lounging around in the sun.....it was a nice day today.

this is Derf, my little sister

This is my little doggie sister, murph, but daddy calls her derf.

The perfect Guy ride

Mommy and daddy said that their little car wasnt big enough for the whole family anymore, so they went and bought a Van! I love this ride! they took out the middle seat, and they put my new harness on me, and then attach that to the seat belt so we are all safe.

One of my favorite things is to go for car rides!

Visiting

Daddy brought me back for another visit today. There seems to be alot of fuss because I am not healthy. mommy keeps saying that I have lost too much weight and that I look horrible. Mommy and daddy seem to be mad about that. well, I dont eat because I dont like the food they give me at the centre. They give me some bones and raw meat that hurt my tummy. They say I am "skin and bone". I just want some peace, and a soft place to lay down. I dont have the energy to walk. I still dont know why I am here, and why Noel didnt come back for me. I didnt like where I lived much before this anyway. It was cold there too. I have heard people call that place a junk yard. I did have a job there and it was to keep people from jumping over the gates to steal things. I didnt like that job much, I was alone all the time.

Our second visit went really well. This time they took off the leash and let me wander around by myself. That little Murph is a pain though, she doesnt let me go anywhere, jumping up and nipping me in the face. She told me" listen here, whatever you are, this is MY house, MY bed, and MY mommy. You can stay, but stay out of my way!" I wanted to stay so I asked her" cant we be friends?" she replied, " what are you anyways?, you dont look like any other other dog I know."

" I am an English Mastiff, a born warrior, king of all the dogs"

she replied" we should get along then, as I am the queen" " queen of the world...."

" oh brother" I thought, another wanna bee..

This visit went well. I was sad to go back to that place. They have been been putting the muzzle on me more and more these days as I am frusterated and whine alot.

I heard that mommy and daddy are mad about this saying that it is not necessary.

I overheard them saying I was going to go back to their house for a "overnight" visit.

I hope that meant that I was going for a car ride! Once again as hoped for, daddy came and took me for a car ride to his house. I was so excited to see everyone!

Mommy and daddy fed me some food and I liked it. I ate, I went for a walk, and then I curled up on this big fluffy pillow daddy said he bought for me. It was soft, warm, and I couldnt keep my eyes open anymore.

When I woke up, it was sunny again, and I realized that I had spent the night! I had also slept the entire night. I had a good breakfast, and then daddy took me for another walk. He says hes so proud of me, I love to walk with him, and I am carefull not to pull him.

Then, yes then he put me back in the car and took me back. when we arrived at the centre, I didnt want to go in. I tried to tell daddy, by pulling backwards, but he told me I had to go back.

I was mad! after we were inside, mommy was there. She was working with the other dogs, and I was not happy about that. what if one of them hurt her? I couldnt protect her, I was in the pen and she was surrounded with all those knuckleheads! I then realized that I loved mommy and daddy. I knew they loved me too, I could feel it.

At the end of that day, something wonderful happened! That lady I never see came to the big iron gate, and called my name!!! she said " can I have Guy please!", Hey, that's me! I was up and ready for daddy to take me home. Mommy had her coat on and daddy came and took me out of the pen for the last time.

I went home with them that night, and I have never gone back. My new life has begun.

A bit of history

My first visit with the Gundrums.

In November, my old owner dropped me off at this building with these strange people. He never came back.
I lived at this centre for 3 months. It was a horrible time. I was cold, and scared, and I almost gave up hope.

Then the Gundrums came to work at the centre. They were different from the others. Rod ( lovingly referred to as "daddy" from here) paid extra attention to me. He even took me out for a walk after I had been inside for almost two months. Everyone was afraid I wouldnt behave on the walk, but daddy wasnt afraid, and I showed him how nice I could be. He said he loved walking me. I loved walking with him. Some people in cars thought it would be funny to splash us, it was cold, and daddy laughed so I thought it must be funny. It felt nice to get out and walk around with no barking dogs around me. After a long time, I wasn't feeling well anymore, and I knew my owner wasn't coming back. I didn't feel like eating , and all I wanted to do was sleep. Besides, I wasn't allowed to do anything else. The people said I was "too big" and dangerous. I know I don't look or sound like the other dogs, is that why I wasn't allowed to play with them? why wasn't I allowed to run free and play? why did they keep me in a pen? alone?

One by One, each day an unseen person would come to the huge iron gates and call the names of all the dogs who had come to play that day...the gates would open, and they would run out to their family. I would wait each day, hoping someone would call my name, but nobody ever did. The lights would go out and once again I would be alone.

One day, Daddy came in and asked me if I would like to go for a walk...I liked daddy, he sat with me and talked to me. He put on the leash and took me out the iron gate. But he didn't take me for a walk, he brought me to his car. I got int he back seat, excited and he drove me to his house.

I knew I had to be polite. I was so happy to be OUT.

Inside the small apartment, I was greeted by the smallest fattest little girl dog. I was told I had to be nice to her, geesh, who would want to tangle with this crabby little spitfire? not me!

They introduced her to me as Murph, a mini-daschund. I knew she was mommy's dog, although daddy called her his little " hippa-potta-piggy" whatever that is....

I was tired, and I could feel the warmth of the house take me over, daddy and I lay in front of the fireplace, I knew I never wanted to leave.

We slept on the floor for 3 hours. I haven't slept like that for months. Daddy woke me up and told me it was time to go back. I didn't want to go, but "rokay".

That night I returned to the centre, back to the cold cement floors and that blasted pen.