“It’s interesting. People go to an animal shelter and pick a dog that’s been kicked, beaten, and has lost a leg and an eye, and they’ll take that dog home and give it love and support, but they don’t do that with people.” — Nikki Sixx.
A DOG’S TALE OF LOVE
It was the first time, and it wouldn’t be the last time my master would try to teach me right from wrong.
My name is Sammy and I’m the cute and adorable one in the photo. My master Bill is holding me tightly as he tries to train me where to go and what to do.
To be honest about things I know that a fire hydrant is really not a dog’s best friend or social networking site where dogs can go and make their presence if not their scent available for sniffing.
Bill was a tough case. Before me had a Dobermann and German shepherds and his wife Linda persuaded him to break the mold and give another kind of dog a shot. That is where I entered the scene.
Linda chose me from the dog rescue center and fell in love with me at first sight. Bill went along with his wife’s choice only to please her and not create a scene at the pound.
An irresistible pup like me should have made Bill putty in my hands but that was not the case. He dreaded taking me for walks in the neighborhood and spending any type of quality time with me.
I knew I just had to be patient and I would get my chance to impress him and win him over to my side.
One evening in August I got my chance. Bill and Linda had gone to bed earlier than usual and I was left to prowl about the house unfettered and able to do a security sweep of my domain.
Suddenly my ever vigilant nose picked up the scent of smoke coming from the back porch. The family barbecue was on the back porch and one of the coals had fallen on the porch undetected by Bill.
I recognized the danger and ran up the stairs to their bedroom. The door was closed and I realized I had to wake them up.
I began yipping and yapping for all I was worth. At first Bill yelled at me to be quiet and threw his slipper at the door.This did not dissuade me from my duty.
I barked even louder and when Bill eventually opened the door he smelled the smoke and woke Linda. The fire department was called in the nick of time.
Needles to say I had won a place of admiration and affection from Bill. I felt like I was king of the castle. It felt good to be needed and appreciated at last.
In this photo Bill is trying to teach me that a fire hydrant is not a public rest room for dogs. As I said perviously I secretly understood this but in my own way was trying to get Bill to get more involved with me.
Over a nerve-wracking period of time I did get Bill to come around to my way of thinking. Whew…thank goodness.
Humans at times are so hard to train but you only have to give them the chance to prove themselves. That’s all they really need.
This post has been written in response to a Word Press Discover Challenge in which the line “it was the first time and it wouldn’t be…..” was the first line of the story..