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A Dog's Life everything I've heard about Seattle over the years has been wonderful (except, of course, the tendency for the sky to cry a lot more than it does, say, in Southern Cali or Tucson or most anywhere that isn't a tropical rain forast, but then, living in Orlando, rain is a daily break from the uber-sunshine and I love rain and forests and heat and I've always loved weather), so I've always kept Seattle up high on my list of favorite cities that I have not lived in... but this entry is not about Seattle persay, in fact, there are several people in Seattle admire and respect and would love to get to know better... this story is about a certain store manager who supposedly "manages" a store in Seattle who deserves a spanking (and I don't mean a spanklin, either)... yes, candora is in a good mood and irreverence is abundance, but this is serious dammit! woah, that got my attention... ok, imagine you are a dog (we'll see if you care)... and imagine you were born in a good home with lots of friends and plenty of food and love all around you and the people taught you all sorts of useful tricks... life can be so sweet for a dog... then suddenly, imagine you are are a dog who was abandoned and left for dead, trapped in a yard after your people moved away... day after day, food does not come, people do not come, all that comes is hunger, knawing, aching, a very frightening hunger that you've never known before... and there's no way out of the yard, not that you ever thought of looking for one, because, after all, you are a very intelligent dog and what smart dog runs away from home?... but too soon you are a rib cage with a tale at one end and very sad, confused, frightened eyes at the other... even your drool is drying up... now imagine, you are fading from this life and just as you are ready to see if you have the energy left to to lift your bony carcass over the fence, some nice people in clean uniforms come and take you to a building with cages and strange doors that have strange smells on the other side... these nice people in uniform give you food... they take you behind one of those strange doors and give you a bath, not that you love baths so much, but you are a smart dog, remember, and you know that when people give you a bath that means they care about you, maybe even love you and want you to love them... so you decide to love them... though one door they opened lead to a very clean and shiney room where rather cold people with rubbery fingers and long white coats stuck you with needles and did all sorts of uncomfortable things to you... you were not at all happy with the white coat people, but then afterward they were not so cold and their fingers were not so rubbery and they smiled and petted and one even kissed you while you were sort of sleeping, so you forgave them... even though when you woke up in your cage, while licking a new scar you had on your underside, you noticed there was something missing inside and you felt very weird and you cried about that... then, you spend a little time waiting in your small cage as you make friends with the dogs and other animals in other cages... twice a day the nice people in uniforms let you out to play with your new friends and you run around and it almost feels like home... there's just one thing (besides being in a cage too much and that missing something inside of you that makes you sad), you start to notice that every day or so, one of your new friends goes with one of the nice people in uniforms behind one of the doors that smells really strange... not the bath door, but another door with more locks and no sounds coming from behind it... and you notice your friend does not come back... this worries you... there is another door that has lots of noise and people talking and even laughing and some crying behind it and that's the door where most of the nice people in uniforms come from... some of your friends were taken through that door and didn't come back, but somehow it did not seem as scary... that's the door you were brought in and the door you want to go back through again because you love people and attention and being a good dog... you are also extemely bored because you are a working dog... you remember as a pup, being taught to help people and you feel useless and depressed locked in a cage all day... especially when that scary door of no return opens... then one day you wake up and a man with very kind eyes is looking down at you... you yawn and suddenly feel very excited, but you don't want to seem like a wild animal so you sit up and nuzzle the cage door, trying your best to look cute and friendly and helpful (after all, opening the cage would be helpful, right?)... the cute part is a bit of a challenge as you're a rather large dog and you happen to be a breed with a reputation, but you know that's just unfair prejudice that you can overcome, given a chance... the man with kind eyes talks to the nice people in uniforms and suddenly you were all suited up in your work uniform and you remembered that you were a working dog with all sorts of skills that most of your friends did not have... pup, you feel so proud as they all watched you leave through that door with the mostly friendly noises behind it... and life is wonderful again... you have a new dad and he loves you and you love him and the work is not too hard and mostly fun and you feel needed and wanted and safe and loved and welcome in this world full of humans... and the food is great... you even start a diary to tell the world how wonderful life can be for a working dog... you have a grand purpose in life now, your job is to care for your dad, to look out for his welfare, to help your dad get around, and ultimately help respond to health-alerts, which is basically keep him alive and gives dad a better quality of life by encouraging him to take care of himself and warning him of things that you can better sense with your nose and dog-sensitivity than he can sense with his human senses... can you imagine a more wonderful (or more tangible) way to show your unconditional love?... what a perfect job for man's best friend... then one day, while you were out doing your job, you and dad went into one of dad's favorite stores (almost as much fun for dad as the pet store is for you, though he doesn't smell things as much) to buy something really special for dad... someone came up to dad and asked about you... this happens a lot and usually your dad is happy to introduce you and talk about you (like that time at the pet store when they thought you were dumb)... but this time dad was not happy... moments later, another person came up to dad so suddenly and yelling so loud that it scared you and you dropped down on your belly... you listened to the mean lady yell at dad and you could tell she was yelling about you because people stopped walking around the store to stare at you and dad as if you were doing something wrong... this can be very stressful for a dog who always tries to be good and help people... and the yelling lady made dad feel really bad (you can always tell when your dad feels bad, and not just cuz it's your job) and what she was doing was against the law and bad for your dad's health, but you were a good dog and resisted your protective instincts to follow your training and sit quietly... when you and dad left the store he was almost crying, and so were you... and when you finally got home, there was no more almost... suddenly, life changes again... it is like somebody threw a wet blanket on you and it is hard to breath... dad is so upset, he hardly goes out and does not want to play much... the scariest thing of all is that somewhere deep inside you get that same kind of feeling you got once before... a very horrible feeling... and you remembered it now, it was just before you found yourself left in the yard a long time ago... you refused to believe that dad would ever do that to you, but then, even though you are a very smart dog, you are still a dog, after all, so what do you know? (so do you care?)... note: this entry is based on a true story, the outcome of which has not yet been decided... I encourage anyone who loves animals and respects a working dog to check it out for yourself and do something about it (make a call, write a letter, mention it to your local store manager... today would be good)
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I love you all for coming... for reading all these words for every click feels like more love (I know that sounds absurd) if I could only tell you... one thing more tonight I'd say I wish you could come home with me and be my friends for life |