It’s a Dog’s Life

A dog’s devotion to mankind is well known. They will protect their owners, give them all their love, and only expect love in return. Even when they don’t have love, they will still be loyal to those around them.

I’ve not always loved dogs. When I was a child, I was frightened of them, but now I wouldn’t be without them.

My first dog, Scamp, we got as a pup. He fit in the palm of my hand, and opened his eyes when I was holding him. The love I felt, was exactly the same as when my children were born. He was my surrogate pup. When he had to be put down, was one of the worst days in my life. However, I vowed, I wouldn’t leave his side, until it was all over.

It was the kindest thing to do, his back legs were weak, and he was in pain. I don’t regret my choice, I couldn’t stand to see him in any more pain.

His dad was a German Shephard, and mum a mongrel. He looked like a wolf, but he was the same size as his mum. He was beautiful, and I will never forget him.

My second dog, Titan, is very much with us. A Shottie (German Shepard and Rottweiler mix) he is stubborn, loyal, and very much my dog. He is sitting next to me now, waiting until I take him out on his walk.

It makes me so angry, that dogs are mistreated. There are some people, who think they have the right to hurt them in dog fights, or using them as puppy breeders. In my opinion, there should be more laws to make sure these practices do not happen.

There is no such thing as a bad dog, just owners, who treat their dogs badly. Just like a child, they learn off the adult. I understand that there are people, who are scared of dogs. I get that. I was scared as a child, where we had an Alsatian next door to us. He was a guard dog, and not treated like a pet. My husband taught me to always put my hand out for them to sniff, then they know you won’t harm them.

There was some understanding in my first home with my husband. There was a Rottweiler named Zack. He used to bark at me every time I walked out of the house. My cat Cindy, wasn’t afraid, and used to sleep with him. My neighbour asked why I was so afraid, and that he was a softy, who had been mistreated as a pup. Anytime there was a newspaper, he used to run away. I got used to him eventually, and I even was able to stroke him.

People walk away from me when I am walking my dog, but just like Zack, he is a real softy. Unless someone hurts me, and then he would be my protector. I will always be his. Instead of throwing away my husband’s old chair, it sits in our front room. It is now Titan’s chair.