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A commercial kennel owner in New York destroyed 93
dogs using a hose connected
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| I now have a name !!! and it's "Dino" and this is
My story. |
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| "Hi MOM" |
'Hey where you going" |
"Oop's this floors
slippy" |
I was born May 9,
1996 in a Puppymill in Missouri. I watched as my brothers
and sisters were crated up and shipped out to a petstore, across the country,
where they might actually have a chance of surviving the trip. They will
live in a petshop, and then hopefully are purchased by someone who might love
them......... If they are lucky. Not me though. I didn't even get a
chance.
They kept me here to be bred until I die. Sadly, I sit in my tiny cage as
the years go by. No one ever talks to me...they hardly feed us and when they
do....I don't get much....I am small and can't fight as hard for food and
there isn't much to go around. Soon it doesn't matter....my teeth have
become so decayed and sore from malnutrition and lack of medical care that I
hardly cared to eat at all. I feel the pain of the wires beneath my paws
especially in the extreme temperatures.....hot in the summer and cold in the
winter.
August of 1999, I found myself sitting in a tiny cage, in the heat of
Missouri, at an auction. You see...I wasn't found useful anymore and needed
to be sold. I'm scared of where I will end up. But I have no choice.....I'm
shaking as they pull me from my cage and put me on the table for the bidding
to begin. Several minutes later I hear them shout "SOLD!!!" I'm tossed
back
into cage to wait....wait to see who comes for me and what they will do with
me.
To my surprise, a friendly woman loads me up with other dogs that she had
purchased that day. She speaks to us softly ....and tells us that everything
is going to be OK. No human has ever spoken to me before. I wonder why she
is talking to us?
I traveled 36 hours to my new family in Michigan. I have always heard about
families....but didn't know if they were real. I now have a mommy, daddy and
a brother and sister...(two yorkies, just like me)
The first thing they did was take care of my sore mouth. I lost 8 teeth, but
my mouth is no longer in constant pain. My mommy sure loves me alot. She
cooks for me and lets me sleep in bed with the whole family. ....I only had
the wire to sleep on in the puppymill. I have never been able to run and
play in the puppymill and am not as good at it as my brother and sister. But
I love trying. I am still very much afraid to jump off of the couch...I
really can't jump up on it either. Learning how to walk up and down on the
stairs was really hard too. My mommy says that I will learn.
They have lots of toys here. I didn't know what a toy was at first...but
after a couple of weeks of watching, I learned how to play too. I have never
owned anything in my whole life. Gosh, I missed so much in 3 and a half
years. I hope I never go back to the puppymill. My mommy says I
will
always be here with her.
My mommy holds me sometimes and cries. She tells me how she wishes she could
have brought all the dogs home from the puppymills. ...I do too. I still
have bad dreams about it and I jump and run if you touch me when I am
sleeping. But, I love my new life and will try hard everyday to trust and
love openly.. ...... Dino
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