Chihuahua

Here's the deal, y'all .... I am a small dog and I was left alone in this big world. My owners picked me up (oh, I love that) and carried me to the car (yippeee...where we going??). We travelled down the road and I smelled all sorts of things (was that a rabbit?). Then the car stopped and they picked me up again (did I mention that I love that?)., We went into a building with many barking dogs (I heard fear and confusion - where was I?). My owners handed me to a stranger and walked away from me (wait, a minute - I dont love being picked up so much right now!). I was carried to a dark kennel. My heart broke. I was alone. I was cold. I was scared. It went on like this for several days. Occassionally someone would come by and try to get my attention, but I became so depressed., A woman came into my kennel one day and picked me up. I didn't even wag my tail. I looked at the ground. She spoke softly to me and some of my anxiety went away. She pet my head and held me close. She felt safe and didnt put me down again. She carried me out of that place and I remembered why I like to be picked up. I like to be cuddled - it makes me give kisses., So, here I am ... ready to love again. I was a sad little dog who got my name because I blossomed into a beautiful, happy canine once I knew all was right with the world.

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