Hello there! My name is Sammy, but I have had other names. Even now my Dad calls me Sammutzi and my Mom calls me Sammykins. It’s enough to drive a dog mad. A year ago my Mom was a volunteer foster parent for a dog rescue and now she has her own cat and dog rescue called St. Martin’s Animal Rescue. She said I need to tell my story so that other dogs can get help too. So, here goes…
I wasn’t feeling too good. I don’t really remember why, but I was running around the streets and my fur was all tangled up and it hurt my skin really bad. I also had bad teeth and it hurt my mouth. I was ten years old when I was found on the streets, but I don’t like to talk about my first ten years. I was picked up by a person in a uniform and I was taken to a place called a county shelter. I was really scared, but at least they had food there. At first they shaved my fur off to get the tangles out and that felt much better. Then they took me into the dog doctor and I went to sleep for a while. When I woke up, my hurting teeth were gone and so were my “family jewels.” THAT was a surprise! At first my mouth hurt but it got better and then it felt much better and I could eat my food easier.
I overheard them talking about me at the county shelter and they said I was too old and needed to be euthanized. I don’t know what that means, but I am an older dog and I have been around a block or two and I know that anything that ends in “ized” is never good. The people kept talking and one of them said she was going to call a dog rescue and see if they would take me.
Well, I guess someone decided to take me because next thing I knew, I was back in the car and ended up in the country at this farm place. There were lots of other dogs there and they were barking. You know, the young dogs have so much to say and I am old enough to know better. I have a certain Zenness about myself now and I know that all that barking is just a waste of energy. When this lady tried to put me in with a bunch of other dogs, I let my displeasure be known. I used my best peaceful and non- violent resistance Gandhi like methods and she got the message loud and clear. I got to live in her house.
I heard the lady on the phone one day and she said, “I got this little shih tzu here and all he does is sit in front of the window. He is pretty old, do you think you could foster him?” Oh man, really? Another move for me? At least it meant another car ride, which I LOOOOOOVE!
A new lady picked me up and we had a long car ride back to the house. She opened the door and again: MORE DOGS! Sigh. I just shook my head and headed for the couch. This new lady became Mom. She kept telling me how cute I am and all that nonsense. I tolerated her and the other dogs, but I really just waited patiently for the next car ride.
One day Mom said that Dad was coming home. She said he is a truck driver and he is gone a lot. Mom asked me if I would like to ride in the truck with Dad. Humans. ‘Nuf said. So Dad came home and I liked him, but all the other dogs jumped all over him and that annoyed me. I wanted him for myself. After a few days, Dad picked me up and he took me to his big truck. He said I was his truckin’ buddy and I was in HEAVEN! Now I get to ride in the big truck and look down on other dogs from way up high! I get to have the wind in my face as we go down the road. Dad feeds me lots of people food and I can hear Mom on the phone telling him not to do that and he says , “ok” but then he winks at me and I know that I will still be getting people food. Dad takes me for walks all the time and he sneaks me into the truck stops to take a bath. He brushes me and I get to sleep in the seat next to him or back in the bed, wherever I choose! There are no other dogs, just me and him! I have been all over the United States. I have chased prairie dogs, I have played with frogs and carp and ducks in ponds, and I have seen horses and goats up close. You should see those girl dogs in Miami. I may not have my family jewels anymore, but I can still look, right? Everywhere I go with my Dad, people tell me how cute I am and Dad tells them that I am a very good dog. Mom and Dad are happy that a dog rescue took me in and that I didn’t get euthanized for being too old. Yep, Dog is good.
Sometimes I just need sleep