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Missy A Tail-Wagging Good Life
By Shirley Bennett
AuthorHouseCopyright © 2012 Shirley Bennett
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Chapter OneMy name is Missy. I am 6 years old. I am a happy poodle with lots of friends.
My story began two years ago. I don't remember the time before then and that's ok with me.
I do remember that day two years ago. I woke up hurt, hungry, and thirsty. I could not even move. Scary loud sounds roared past me. My bark was very quiet. No one seemed to notice me lying in the grass!
I wished for some delicious food, for water and for someone to come help me.
I wished, and wished, and wished for a very long time. Then I heard people coming near me. My wishes came true! The people made sounds like "Oh!" and "Poor little thing!" – Soft friendly sounds, not scary ones. One person picked me up and wrapped me in something fluffy and warm. I was carried to a big car where I fell asleep.
I woke up on a cold table. The doctors were poking and squeezing me. They gave me water and stuck little tubes in my leg and I went to sleep again.
Every day they gave me food and water, talked to me in soft voices, and carried me around because my back legs were not working.
Sometimes they pushed yucky tasting pills down into my mouth. Ewww! Or they poked me with sharp pointy things. Ouch! I didn't like that, but they talked in soft voices and gave me nice ear scratches to help make it all right.
I was there for a really long time. Each day I felt a little better. My back legs would not move when I wanted them to, but my front legs worked just fine! I was getting stronger and stronger! Yippity Dog!
After a very long time, a new person came to visit me. She made soft noises like "Aw!" and "Sweet little Miss". She said my name would be Missy. I like that name! It's a keeper! She said I was going to stay at her house for a while.
I got lots of hugs when we said goodbye to the nice doctors. Hugs are tail-wagging good! Then my new friend carried me to a big car and we rode away. She lived in a beautiful house, a wishing house, with a big yard and lots of other dogs to play with. We called it the wishing house because we were all wishing for the same thing: a home and family of our own.
Each dog had a story to tell. Some had lived with mean people who hurt them or forgot to feed them. Others had lived with nice people who got sick and went away. Quickly, all of us dogs became friends. We had so much fun playing together. One by one, my dog friends left the wishing house with people who spoke in kind voices and gave them big hugs. Our wishes were coming true every day! We celebrated whenever one of our friends got to go to their new home. Yippity Dog!
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