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Post by balto on Aug 25, 2009 20:16:33 GMT -5
"hmm," Hercules hummed
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Post by HawkfrostsAvenger on Aug 26, 2009 13:34:31 GMT -5
"Interesting." Twilsia commented.
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Post by Hecuba on Aug 26, 2009 13:35:37 GMT -5
"Yeah, but I don't know what happened to them," sandy sighed.
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Post by HawkfrostsAvenger on Aug 26, 2009 13:41:14 GMT -5
Twilisia sighed.
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Post by Hecuba on Aug 26, 2009 13:44:14 GMT -5
((no dude it's like i type, Sandy sighed louder. "Beat that!" She said in Twilisia's face.)) "Ow!" She yelped, looking at her belly. "Help! I'm having my pups!"
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Post by HawkfrostsAvenger on Aug 26, 2009 13:47:51 GMT -5
Twilisia stood up. "I'll go get Toby!" ((XD that would be hilarious))
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Post by Hecuba on Aug 26, 2009 13:52:33 GMT -5
Toby ran in when Twilisia got him. "Push Sandy!" He commanded. Sandy did so. ***** A while later, Sandy had one golden pup at her belly. "Who's the father?" Toby asked. "I-I-I don't know... at the puppy mill, a male is shoved into a female's cage, and they have pups." Sandy sighed. "Oh," Toby whispered.
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Post by HawkfrostsAvenger on Aug 26, 2009 13:54:24 GMT -5
Twilisia sighed. "That's terrible."
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Post by Hecuba on Aug 26, 2009 13:58:04 GMT -5
"The humans just want our pups... I couldn't let mine live in the dark world that the puppy mill was."
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Post by HawkfrostsAvenger on Aug 26, 2009 13:59:24 GMT -5
"I don't understand why humans do such cruel things."
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Post by Hecuba on Aug 26, 2009 14:01:11 GMT -5
"Not all humans. I lived with nice ones for a while,"
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Post by HawkfrostsAvenger on Aug 26, 2009 14:03:09 GMT -5
"How'd you end up in the puppy mill?"
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Post by Hecuba on Aug 26, 2009 14:04:35 GMT -5
"I was born there, and after the humans that ran the puppy mill left, I lived with a few humans for awhile. Do you want to here my entire story?"
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Post by HawkfrostsAvenger on Aug 26, 2009 14:06:14 GMT -5
"Yeah."
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Post by Hecuba on Aug 26, 2009 14:07:50 GMT -5
"The truth is, i've had many pups before..."
"My first memory is with my mother and brothers and sisters. I remember the soft licking of my mothers tongue, the warmth she provided me and my siblings, I remember her softly singing to us of words I only now understand. I remember me and my siblings playing in our tiny playground made of steel wires. The scent of urine, feces, vomit, and fear had become second nature to me. They are the only smells I have ever known.
One day the door to the Bright World opened and a blinding light made my family and I cower to the back of our cage, terrified of the two legged beasts that burst through the doors. The huge animals walked up and down the cages inspecting each of us. The took dead animals from their cages, threw food at the living ones, and collected puppies from the new mothers. They stopped by our cage and I pressed my spine against the comforting cold of the wire behind me. I heard my mother growl then yelp in pain as one of the two leggers smacked her with their hand. The took my siblings out and put them into a basket then took me up and examined me.
I cried and screamed out for my mother. There was nothing she could do, these beasts controlled her world and mine as well. The beasts talked amongst each other gleefully.
“Look at this one! What a rare color! We will keep her to make us some more money!”
What did they mean, I was so afraid and confused. After they said these words I heard my mother sobbing and saying ‘oh god, no.’ as if the humans had ordered a death sentence to me. If only I had been so lucky.
I was never named or put into the basket with my siblings. They were destined for the puppy store and independent buyers. Instead I was put into a cage of my own far away from my mothers cage so that I couldn’t even see here. I cried and refused to eat the nasty hard food the humans shoved into my cage. No matter how much I tried I could not tear out of my cage. I heard my mother crying softly in her cage as a male dog was pushed into her cage with her. I never understood why she didn’t do anything about us being separated or why I was all alone.
Once a day (if we were lucky) the door to the Bright World slammed open and we were given food and water. Daily the humans would come in and pile the old enough puppies and disappear with them, the puppies never seen again. Many other young females were my cage neighbors and I spent my says trying to talk with them. However they just curled up and slept all day, closed inside of themselves to their bodies and became living shells without souls, their eyes hollow with unspeakable pain. There was no happiness here.
At night I shivered in the cold, during the day I boiled with the heat. If I did something wrong like tip over my water dish, or refuse to eat the humans would open my cage and beat me. Sometimes with their crude paws and other times with metal rods, and cattle prods. If I growled, barked, or whined when they pet me they would shock me with their cattle sticks. As the days passed I grew bored, sick, and very lonely. I paced my cage constantly, the floor littered with my own urine and vomit. Burns from the urine stung my paws and belly but I have grown used to the pain. I cry often, I attack my cage and try to attack the dogs in the neighboring cages then I whimper and beg for their forgiveness. I felt as if I was losing my mind.
One morning the two legged beasts burst open the doors to the Bright World and as usual I cowered in the back of my cage. I shrunk down as they opened the door to my cage my body shivering in fear. A dog much larger then I was roughly pushed into my cage with me. He stank of other dogs and a smell I couldn’t not place. Like me he was skinny and his fur matted. The dog was a male I had never seen before but I remembered playing with my brothers and wanted so badly to be friends with this dog. He spent a long time sniffing me over and looking at me with sad and cruel eyes. I feared him yet I wanted his company so desperately.
He stood at the door of our cage barking constantly, or guarding the food dish from me so I lost much weight while I was with him. We talked a lot while we were together, he told me we were in Hell and there was no escaping from it. He had tried all his life and never got free of the Dark World we lived in. He spoke of a beautiful place beyond the walls called The Bright World were there was freedom, fresh air, and this green stuff called Grass. He also said that there was this supreme being called God that created all things in the universe and watched over all of us. I told him he was lying, if God cared about us they we wouldn’t live in this Hell. He did not have an answer for that.
I knew he was older then me but he was still young, yet his eyes were so very tired, as if he had given up hope long ago.
We played an interesting game that united our bodies at once and made me feel emotions I never knew I felt. This game made me forget about the cesspit I was in and let me escape within my mind to imagine what the Bright World outside was like. We played this game a lot, we were so bored and yearned for the chemical escape it gave us. And escape from the hopelessness of our daily life.
The Bright World was what we all wanted to escape to, our promise land that was rumored to not smell of urine, a place where mothers were not pulled away from their pups, and where dogs did not die off every other day. I knew some of the dogs had names so one day I asked the male with me what his was. “I do not have one, I was never given a name.” He told me coldly. “So then what is my name?” I asked him. “You do not have one, noone cared enough to give you a name, either.” He replied to me. I thought for a second then asked him “ Do you think I could have a name if I lived in The Bright World?” He shrugged at this question. “ Perhaps. Everything is better out there.” I laid my head on my paws and through of how wonderful it must be how have a name all your own.
It was shortly after this that the male informed he was MY father and that I would produce a litter of puppies as my mother did. Shortly after this the humans snatched him away from me and deposited him in another females cage to start the breeding process over again.
In the weeks that followed I grew fat, my paws hurt like crazy, and I had changes in mood every few seconds. My belly drooped and my back bone could be felt clearly against the wire of my cage. One night I woke in the middle of the night with the worst pain I had ever felt. I threw up, paced my cage, howled, and snarled cursing the God that had put me in this Hell. The pain almost made me faint. Instinctively I gave into my body and a few hours later I had three puppies nursing beside me. I was weak and exhausted but I have never been so in love.
One of the puppies died before his first day. I rolled the body off to the side and the humans took it away the next day. I hated the way the looked at my puppies like pieces of food. I growled at them I had some teeth knocked out when they punched me for growling at them as they examined my children. I never wanted my children to suffer as I have suffered. I want them to live out in the Bright World beyond these prison doors. Both of my pups were boys, I named one Water, because water nourishes us and quenches our thirst, and the other Little-tail. I didn’t know how to name so I did my best to give what I thought were good names for my puppies. I played with them and told them tales of The Bright World my father had told me. I sang them songs my mother sang to me about freedom and a better life and curled my body around them to keep them warm during the brutal cold nights.
Then the day I was dreading came. The humans came with their basket and reached their hands in my cage. “Couple of males. Lets sell them.” “This one got his momma’s rare color! He is worth twice as much!” One human said holding the squirming Water in his giant paw. The boys screamed as they were carried out and I felt tears trace down my cheeks as I knew they had been lucky. “Enjoy the Bright World, my sons. May you never know the hell of the Dark World.” I whispered as they left. The next day a different male was shoved into my cage and the process began again. I love escaping into the game and the males played, and I loved my time spent killing loneliness with my offspring. Every year it was the same, I always had sons who were taken to live in The Bright World beyond the doors of this Dark World."
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