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This is a very sad/happy story about the best dog I ever had. If you love pets and dogsespecially, you will understand the sadness. I cried when I wrote this. Somehow the story just poured out from the heart and it hit hard. I had a friend read it and she said,"Oh, thetears... You have a powerful one there...."The story is about love, rejection, disappointment, injustice, the perfect love that animalshave, separation, loneliness and death.At times, it is funny, sometimes cute and then sad, very sad.
This is a sad/happy story. That maysound contradictory but when youconsider that people cry at weddingsand when babies are born, you realizethere is a close line between sad andhappy.When I was writing the story, I askedmyself, “Why am I writing a sadstory.”I thought about it. I decided thatfeeling sad or even crying is good for  people. We go through our busy liveshardly ever crying when we should.However, the emotions are suppressedand build up. Finally, when we cry,we let it out and are cleansed.At such times, we are crying not justfor the story but for all the times weshould have cried all through our lives.I should have cried more in my life onhundreds of occasions (like when my brother died) but couldn't for mayreasons. Sometimes it would have been socially inappropriate behavior. At other times I was too busy or acting too brave, or inhibited and so on.After we cry over a "dog story", and then after we get over it, we are new people and are better able to love and experience a wide range of emotions again.So remember the story is sad but it will be good for you.The only note of caution I will express is, "If you are a dog lover, don’t read this before you haveto do something like go to work or a party right afterwards. You may feel sad for a while. Youwill feel like a new person after a little while but allow some time to “get over it.”[I have a feeling you are going to write me and say, "Bullshit, it’s been two days and I still feelsad.”However I still say it is temporary and good in the long run.]
 
I hope to hell I am right. I must be. Why else would Shakespeare, etc. have written really sadtragedies?
.PS Pardon typos .. I am still proof reading this. Every time I read this, I find more typos!
A Dog Story….I Cried WhenI Wrote This
This is Bruce. I want to tell you a story aboutthe best dog I ever had. I will for the most partlet my dog tell the story. It is much moreinteresting from his viewpoint.This is a sad/happy story. That may soundcontradictory but when you consider that peoplecry at weddings and when babies are born, yourealize there is a close line between sad andhappy. When I was writing this, I asked myself,“Why am I writing a sad story.”I thought about it. I decided that feeling sad or even crying is good for people. We go throughour busy lives hardly ever crying when weshould. But the emotions are suppressed and build up. Finally, when we cry, we let itout emotions and cleansed. Then we are new people and are better able to love andexperience a wide range of emotions again.So remember this story is sad but it is good for you.The PuppyWell, the story began when I was a 38 years old. I just got married. I had a ranch housein the suburbs. All we needed was a dog. Peggy and I were planning on having kids andI figured having a good dog would be great practice for motherhood and fatherhood.Dogs bring out the best instincts in people - especially the ability to nurture.What kind of dog to get? I had worked for a veterinarian for eight years during highschool and college. I pretty much liked all dogs but German shepherds were my favorite.Peggy liked the idea so I looked in the classified ads. I found an ad that said:German Shepherd puppies. Champion lines. Three months old. All shots. $550203-555-0250We drove to a house far out in the suburbs. We talked to the lady who was a professional breeder. She said she bred her pups carefully choosing the mother and father for temperament, intelligence and looks.
 
As we walked back to the kennel, she warned us not to pick up any of the puppies because the mother was very protective. Upon stopping in the kennel, we saw a beautifulsight. The mother was lying on her side and six puppies were sucking at her nipples. Shelooked at us suspiciously.We picked out a male sable Shepherd (more brown and less black). He didn't like beingtaken away from his mother and was very nervous.We gave the lady a check, shook hands, and he was ours. On the way home he wastrying to crawl all over me and lick my face. It seemed like he was nervous and he felt hecould not get close enough to me. He was licking my face. I guessed he missed hisfamily and needed the reassurance of my affection.But let me tell you the story as I imagine he would tell it. His name was DJ.
The dog’s name is DJ.This is DJ telling his story as I imagine he would:
I am a very happy puppy. My mother is furry, soft, warm, huge and strong and alwayswatches over me. I feel very safe with her. I have nothing to think about but cozinessand drinking warm milk that makes my stomach feel good. She is with me almost all thetime. Now and then, she goes outside and I feel very nervous. I huddle with my brothersand sisters for comfort when she is gone but I feel a little cold and frightened until shereturns. Sometimes when she is gone, my brothers and sisters just lie down in a big pile practically on top of each other or we rest our heads on each others backs. Life is grand.Today was a horrible day that I will never forget. I was all snuggled up next to mymother when the lady who gives my mother food came in the kennel with two other animals who always walk on their back legs. It is kind of scary looking way up at the bigheads of the people. Their feet are big too and seem to be always moving too near me.I’m afraid they are going to step on me. Do they really know we are down there on thefloor and are they be careful?My owner bent down and picked me up. I suddenly went way up in the air and mystomach felt funny. The world seemed to spin as a big hand swept me through the air Why me? The day before my sister got picked up and carried away. She was squealing but they ignored her crying. They walked away with her and I haven’t seen her sincethen. All day long today I was waiting for her to come back. I have bad feeling aboutwhat is happening. I can’t imagine how my mother feels. Does she know where her  puppy went?My owner handed me to the people I had never seen before. I was scared to death. All Iremember seeing is two big faces staring down at me at me. Were they going to bite me?More big hands came at me and I wasn’t sure if the hands were going to hit me or justtouch me. I was getting ready to bite them if I had to. Believe me, my mother waswatching too. She stared at the two new people watching their every move.They did not hurt me at all. They people talked for a while. The animal with short hair on his head handed my owner something and they held hands for a few moments. Thenext thing I knew they turned their backs on my mother so I couldn't see her anymore andheaded for the door.
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