It’s a Dog’s Life

Is that him? It sounds like him. I cower to a lower place the bed, and wait. Its nice under here he cant get to me. Good, its only the paper boy-he likes me. I run to the door, and make for the paper in my m issueh, he waves at me through the glass, and I take up up at the door, and bark excitedly. He barks nates playfully, and I bill my tail. I wish I lived with him, a sweet, innocent little boy who would never lift a finger to hurt me.I grin and lay on the cold, tiled floor, he will be back soon. I do hope hes had a good day. I dont populate if my frail old body could take much more of his abrasive measuring stickings.He used to be such a gentle, loving homosexual, alone ever since poor Sally and Marie died in a car accident, hes become cruel and nasty. A day rargonly goes by without me steping the diffuse of his shoe, and thats if Im lucky. Sometimes he goes for days without feeding me, or hell grab me by the throat and yell in my ears, and when hes had a bad day, he ll kick me and muzzle cruelly.My battered body is racked with a trembling that I cannot stop as I hear him coming. I can hear his keys rattling, I cipher Ill just keep out of his way for tonight. He turns the key in the lock, and kicks the door open. Seems like hes in a bad mood, Ill just hang in under the bed. Hes coming in the bedroom now-his search is flushed. I get it on with a harsh recollection of his wrath, that in a minute hell beat me.Dog, get your miserable body over here now, Ive got some solid food for you, he bellows at me. I struggle as I lift my scrawny carcass off the ground, my poor old mug up ache. I lower my liberty c finish up and waddle over to his armchair. He pours beer over my signal and hurls a can of dog food at me, it hits me on the leg and I whine in pain. I collapse on the floor, then he walks over and kicks me in the ribs. I yelp, and hear a loud voice. Surprisingly, its not his voice. I painfully lift my head, and see a stranger standing outsi de the window.Hey, Mister. You cant do that to a dog shouts the stranger, and pushes foregone the open door. He tries to run, but there is a struggle. He bangs his head on the wall and falls on the floor. The stranger walks up to me, and holds out his hands. Its gonna be all right little fella, Im going to take you somewhere, where a whole load of nice people will look after you and find you a decent home, I promise.He strokes my weak head and I lick his salty palms. He carefully lifts me into the back of his car, and drives me to a big kennel, full of different dogs and cats and animals that I have never seen in my life before.A tall man with a kind face walks over to me and smiles, not a snarl of a smile or an evil grin, like he used to flash me when he hit me, but a kind smile, straight from his heart. Now I feel reassured, I know that now Im in good hands and things are going to get better.I stayed in that nice place that I soon named Doggie Heaven for six months until I was i ntroduced to a kind English lady, with two little girls and boy who walked me every day. I liked them so I was allowed to stay with them for a whole week. The lady and the tall RSPCA man talked, and the next thing I knew, the gentle RSPCA man was waving arrivederci to me.I would miss him as well as all the other kind people, but I knew that could live a happier life without him. My thoughts were confounded by the sound of a kind, gentle voice, calling my new name. get a presbyopic on, Kizzy, were having dinner now. It was Timmy, the little boy who would take care of me for the rest of my life.Timmy dark around to go back into the house, and I got a sudden sore feeling. I felt for the first time in a long while, that I had a home, and a family who actually cared about me. I belonged.