The Girl keeps telling the Boy to make a Will and put her in it. The Boy keeps telling her to put together something called an RRSP for when they get old and can’t work anymore. So I started thinking that maybe I should do something like that too. I don’t work so I can’t have an RRSP, but I am of sound mind and body (I’m only two and a half years old) so a Will is something that I can do.

My first memories are vague, but I remember playing with my sisters and brother in a grassy field. The grass was tall, but not tall enough to cover us over completely. It was Summer and we ran at each other, jumped, and rolled, and smelled the freshness of the day. They taught me to follow them and to eat last. Because there were so many of us, I would sometimes not have a place next to my Mom, but eventually she would see me and take me in and let me eat.

I remember my Mom, she almost looked like me, but was taller. I did not have a father to follow or learn from and I don’t remember seeing a Girl or Boy back then. My brother and sisters and Mom were good to me anyway, and although they got the best parts of the food, they always made sure that I got something also.

It was a foggy day, I remember, when some men noisily arrived and cornered all of us against a wooden fence in that grassy field. My brother fought hard and made lots of noise, but we were all so small. The men seemed concerned for their safety, but had no trouble picking us all up and putting us in a big Kar. I didn’t know what to do, so I stayed quiet.

I never saw the rest of my family after that. We were separated. I was placed in a new home of hard concrete. There was no grass and the place smelled like too many sad dawgs. And I saw eventually that there were lots of sad dawgs. Some were old, some were younger than me, but all of us were sad. We were sad that we couldn’t be back with our families and that we couldn’t play freely in the grass that we knew. What wrong did I do to be here? Where was my brother? Or my sisters, or my Mother?

The boys and girls at the Human Society looked after me and took me for walks sometimes. I could see how sad they were that they couldn’t roll in the grass with us also. I remember thinking that I would look after them if I could. But I was too small and when they closed the door to my home, I wasn’t strong enough to open it to go looking for them.

One day, a little girl, a big Girl and a big Boy came and walked around the dawg homes at the Human Society. The little girl looked at me and smiled and reminded me of my youngest sister. I told her how cute she was and tried to lick her through my door.

The girl asked the Boy if she could take me home. The big Girl said no, that I was too big and I looked like a Rotterwaller which is a dangerous dawg. They continued to walk around looking at the other dawgs. The little girl kept coming back to me and I kept trying to lick her. Although her Mom didn’t like me, the little girl eventually convinced the big Girl and Boy to take me to their home.

I was so happy to have a home to call my own again. And I was happy to have people who would care for me and whom I could care for. They even bought me a red Kong to play with. I wanted to stay there so much that I even tried to learn to pee where they told me to pee. It was hard to do.

But then I saw the Kat. I knew that I had smelled something strange in the house and then there he was walking slowly like he owned the place. That made me so mad! It wasn’t his place, the owners were the same people that owned me and he should have been showing them love and affection and respect. But no, he almost seemed to expect them to always make sure that his food bowl was full; that his water bowl had cold water; and that they would play with him only when he wanted them to. I bet he couldn’t even protect the house like I could if strangers tried to come in.

It must have been the second or third day that I was in my new home that I just couldn’t help myself anymore. The Kat was sitting up on the top of the couch looking at me like like he was the king of the house. I wasn’t allowed on the couch, so why should he be on it? I started barking at him but he just kept looking at me. I moved closer and barked louder. He started to bath himself. That was it! I jumped on him. You should have seen him run all around the house trying to get away from me. I knocked a couple of things over chasing him but I know I taught him a lesson.

The Girl came running over after hearing the noise and started shouting at me. She grabbed me by the neck and put me in the laundry room and closed the door. It must have been hours that I tried to get out of that dark room but then I heard the Boy come home and in my excitement, I peed on the dryer.

The Girl and Boy spoke about me for a while. I know because I heard my name yelled out a few times.

The next day I was back at the Human Society.

Some of the dawgs that I had known from before were still there, but all of the small yappy ones were gone. Most of the dogs were black like me and many were taller. They were all just as sad as when I had left. I was sadder. I couldn’t understand what I had done wrong. All I had done was try to show Kat that he should love the Boy, Girl, and girl as I did because they were the ones who looked after us and gave us what no other people would.

I settled into my home at the Human Society expecting to stay a while just like the other big black dawgs. I did notice, however, that the Boy, Girl, and girl had left me my red Kong.

I think I was at the Human Society for a day or two and starting to feel really depressed. Some of the other dogs had been there for months and just laid on the floor of their homes and whined. I was learning from them and tried to do the same thing but it brought me no happiness. My Kong was a familiar toy and I tossed it around. It would have been nice to have someone toss it to me though.

I first saw My Boy while I was lying on the floor of my home trying to whine like the other dawgs. My Girl was just behind him but she seemed to be looking for a different dawg. I liked the Girl, I felt that she knew dawgs and what they wanted, but she walked past my home while the Boy stopped and looked down at me. I grabbed my Kong and tried to push it through the door to give it to the Boy to throw for me but it wouldn’t fit through the mesh. The Boy looked at me and smiled and called the Girl back.

It was a long drive to their home and they have taught me a lot since I’ve been here. Because of all the time that they spend with me I’m a much better dawg now. I know so much more and am very happy. I dream that I am with them forever. I hope that this is possible.

I think I love them. If love is staying close on a winter’s day to warm you up, or protecting you from the things that I can see, hear, or smell better than you, or keeping you safe in our home, or being with you when you aren’t feeling well, I think I love them. Because they do these things for me.

But I still remember my Mom and my brother and my sisters and wonder where they are today and hope that they have found a life as happy as mine. I wonder if my friends at the Human Society are still there or if they are now in a better home like me.

As my last will and testament, besides the red Kong, to my brothers Sundance and Hector, and to my sister Polly I leave all the toys that the Boy and Girl have given to me. My toys are all that I have in this world except my love. I have already given my love to the Boy and Girl, but if any is left after I’m gone I want them to have that also. I want them to know that they have given me a life as close to the life I had with my mother, brother, and sisters as they could have and I wish the best for them.

To the Boy, I give my red Kong. I hope that when he is sad it will bring him the same luck and companionship it brought me. And to the Girl I give my everlasting protection. I promise to always be near her side in body or spirit and keep her as safe as she has me my entire life.

When my last sunset passes and my body is laid to rest, my final wish is to once again be with my mother. I’m sure I will see her then but I hope that it will be in a field of grass as tall as us and that when we run through it without burden the air will be cool on our noses and the Sun will shine on us and the days of humans will fade from our time like the whisper of the wind past my ears. This I wish with all my heart. This I feel within my soul.

This is my other brother, Sundance. He’s a Blue and Gold McCaw Parrot byrd. He’s still a baby but he can be very loud–especially when he hears the Girl come home. That is when the Boy sometimes says that he feels like he’s living in a zoo, “Damn it!”.

I just think Sundance is loud because he’s Scottish…

This is my brother, Hector. He is a black Oranda Goldfish. He looks smart because he has so much brain that it sticks out of his head, but all he ever does is eat and sleep. I’ve tried his food. It’s not too bad.