I heard Mom tell the vet, “He’s still a baby. We can’t lose another dog. The kids will be traumatized.”
But you know what? All you cool people who are sending in money to Ellie’s are giving me back my life.
Hello, I’m Sirius. There’s a guy in the movies who’s named after me. Like me, he’s loyal and energetic and loves playing pranks. Pretty cool, huh?
My family are all big Harry Potter fans. In fact, they had a pup just before me who sadly couldn’t walk anymore when he was just 9 months old. His name was Albus Dumbledog. He had to cross the rainbow bridge, and the four kiddos in our family were devastated. They all still freak out when we 4-leggers must go to the vet.
My people and their older dog NEEDED me. I could tell from the moment they came to meet me. And I didn’t waste any time –I immediately cuddled into them when we met. I did the same for my older dog sister when I arrived at my new home.
Hey, did you know that my family has extra kiddos from time to time? They call them fosters. I love having new friends with whom I give lots of kisses. I can tell that initially, some of them don’t want anything to do with my peeps. But they’ll always talk to me.
OK, so it’s good for me when we get extra kids. Sometimes, the new kids throw balls for me for hours, and I’ll happily bring them back. I’ve also been known to snag a soccer ball in midair. I’m pretty proud of myself, but my brothers aren’t always thrilled about that.
It was bad news the other day when I grabbed a car instead. Well, I didn’t grab it exactly. One of my boys called. So I ran out to the street to get in his car to supervise him running errands. Did I mention I live for car rides?! Except I was so excited I ran without looking and I ran into a passing car. I heard a sickening crack. The next thing I knew, I was screaming when I put weight on my leg. I broke it badly—needed surgery!
And my folks had just spent their savings on installing a new furnace. My family doesn't have fur and needs it to stay warm. Then there are the four hungry teenagers who need to eat and are getting ready for college. Oh yeah, and the extra kiddos.
I heard Mom saying how badly she felt that they couldn’t afford to give me my mobility back. I was in so much pain. I wanted to comfort her, but it would take too much effort and be too painful. We all thought if I couldn't get help, it would be best to make it end.
I heard Mom tell the vet, “He’s still a baby. We can’t lose another dog. The kids will be traumatized.”
But you know what? All you cool people sending money to Ellie’s are giving me back my life. It’s driving me crazy that I must “rest” in my crate all day long. For SIX MORE WEEKS!
But then I’ll be back to pulling the squeakers out of my toys and marching around to show them to everybody. And I can’t wait to go back to hanging with the chickens. I’m a champ at pecking at the ground. I think they’re jealous. That’s why they gang up on me.
On behalf of me, my sister-dog, my folks, all the kids in our family, and our chickens (well, maybe not so much the chickens), thanks for giving me back walking and running. We’re all here together, having new adventures because of you. Sloppy wet kisses to you!
~Sirius
