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.