Friday, March 31, 2006
Hello. My name is Kita.This is a pic my Mum loves, because I look so funny. I was begging for a piece of bacon. But I am such a good girl, I wouldn't take it without Mum telling me I could.
I am 6 years old. I am an absolutely gorgeous bi-colour German Shepherd. I hope you don't go purely on appearances, because I am very small. Not small as in very thin or anything. It's just that I am not very tall. And that was because of some very, VERY nasty humans. I know not everyone is like those horrible people, and I am so glad that there are people like my human Mum, who can take on those of us dogs who have been "damaged" by other humans, and restore our trust.
You have already been told by Ben about how it was at our breeders. I was bred by Jackie, as were most of Mums dogs. Jackie is the same with ALL her babies. She loves her dogs as much as is humanely possible. My registered name is Aaronby Issadoras Cascade, but Mum just calls me Kita. Because Jackie has lots of dogs, she has lots of puppies, well, not HER personally, but her furrymums do. So the odd one of us slips through the net. The couple who came to choose me to be their furbaby seemed very nice. They cuddled lots of us puppies, and finally chose me. I was just as big as the rest on my siblings. A nice big girl. Life was quite good for a little while, until I was five months old. Then the couple who bought me split up.
The lady kept me, and she moved in with another man. He didn't like me. But he didn't let the lady know. When my lady went to work in the evenings he was supposed to feed me. But he never did. And he hit me. He hit me with metal bars. I grew very scared of everything. And I didn't grow. The lady couldn't understand why I wasn't growing. The man didn't tell her that he hit me, or that he never fed me.
The lady took me to a place that smelled very odd. I didn't like it. But a man in a green coat looked at me. He felt me all over, he stuck something sharp in my leg, and some red stuff came out. He was very gentle, and very kind. He talked to me, quietly, and I felt safe. I knew he wouldn't hurt me. He made us wait outside in a big room where there were lots of other animals waiting. Some cats, some dogs, some odd things with big ears. They scared me. I cowered under the bench.
After a little while the green coat man called us back into the special room. He said that he had confirmed that I was something called malnourished. He said I only weighed half of what I should weigh. My lady couldn't understand why. She told the green coat man that I was fed three times a day. He said they were not feeding me enough then. The green coat man stuck the sharp thing in my leg again, but this time he was putting something in, not taking it out.
The lady took me home. She had water leaking from her eyes. I tried to lick it away. She looked so sad. When we got back to the house the man was there. She told him what green coat man had said. She asked if he had been feeding me enough in the evening. The man got angry, and he hit her. I tried to protect her, but I was only a baby, and I wasn't very big. The man kicked me hard. He hurt my back. The lady grabbed me and we ran away. We went to the ladys friends house. The lady phoned Jackie. She told her what happened and asked if I could go back to Jackies as she had nowhere to stay. Jackie said of course I could.
Jackie came to fetch me, and after a long talk, the lady asked Jackie to find me a new home. My lady was crying. She knelt down on the floor and cuddled me. She was leaking water from her eyes again. I was very sad. But I didn't want to go back to where that man was.
Jackie had a long telephone conversation with someone, and arranged for them to come the next day. I didn't know who she was talking to, but I could see that Jackie was not happy. She sat on the floor and gave me lots of cuddles. She kept talking to me, saying she was sorry. But it wasn't her fault I had been hurt, and I tried to tell her that.
While I was there, one of my sisters came back to visit Jackie. I didn't recognise her at first. She had been smaller then me when we were babies. Now she was a lot taller then me, and she was much fatter. I looked like a baby next to her. It made me sad that I could have been like my sister, but wasn't. I was much smaller.
The next day a lady came to see Jackie. She didn't look at me, she didn't try to touch me. She made a big fuss of all the other dogs, but I didn't want to get close to her in case she was going to hit me. But after a while I thought I wanted to smell her. S I moved closer, ready to run away if she tried to touch me. But she didn't. She just carried on petting the other dogs and talking to Jackie. I felt safe, so I went closer. She still didn't look at me. I wanted the fusses that the other dogs were getting, so I put my nose in her hand. She stopped petting the others and just let me sniff her hand. Then she very slowly put her hand on my neck and gave the fur there a gentle ruffle. I knew I was safe, and started to rub my head against her hand. It felt so nice.
The lady was my new Mum. I went in the car and was taken to Mums house. There were already two dogs there. One like me, called Tippi, and a big hairy thing called Dookie. I found out later that he was a Rough collie, and that his breed was also called lassie collies. They both greeted me, and asked me if i wanted to play. I wasn't sure so I went and sat by my Mum. She gave me a new collar, and showed me a new bed, and gave me some toys to play with. After a little while Mum called Tippi and Dookie and she put down bowls of lovely food. Lots of it. I bolted it, because I wasn't sure if there would be any more. But a few hours later Mum offered me some more food. Only a little, but more!
That night I cried a little. I was supposed to sleep downstairs with Dookie, but I was scared. So Mum came down and got me, and I went upstairs to be with Tippi. Oh it felt nice. Tippi told me not to worry. Mum looked after us very well. The next morning there was more food. And a walk. A LONG walk. It was lovely. I played with Tippi and Dookie.
Now I am a lucky girl. Mum loves me very much, and I have had 15 beutiful little girls and boys. They are all normal sized. Ben is their Daddy. Here's a pic of one of my first puppies. This is Carly. She looks like I would have done if I hadn't been starved and hit. Isn't she beautiful?
She is such a clever girl too. She has learned all sorts of things with her new owner, Mike. I am so glad that all my puppies have gone to really nice homes, with peiople who love and care for them. I would never want any dog to go through the things I did.So now, I live with Mum, Dad, and the rest of the Klaufi pack. We are happy, healthy, well fed dogs. I am so lucky to have a Mum who cares so much. She is alwwys hapy to take on dogs who have been abused. I know we make it hard for her. We dont trust people at first, and it takes a long time to get to forget everything that happened, and learn to trust Mum and Dad. But they take the time and make the effort. I love my Mum, and I know my Mum loves me.
Here's a pic of me looking quite well. I like this pic. And one more of Mums favourite pics of me.
Dont you think I am a pretty girl now?
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