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Collie Cross 'Free' |
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 Hello, I’m Free, no that’s not a joke, it is my name. I was adopted by this woman who thought that was an appropriate name for me.
You see, I’m a year old cross collie, and I was locked up in an SSPCA dog home because my last owner couldn’t look after me any more. I don’t know why, as I’m sure I didn’t do anything wrong, I’m such a good dog, and very pretty.
But, even though I was innocent of any crime, there I was locked up in this thing called a kennel, and I hated it. The people who looked after me were nice enough, but they didn’t have much time for me. There were just so many other dogs there besides me. They fed me and took me for a walk, but they never had time to play with me, and we never walked very far. As for getting off of my lead for a run, huh, forget it. I was constantly on a short lead. Even worse, they made me go see a vet, who not only stuck a needle in me, but took away my manhood. Imagine the shame and indignity of it, a dog with no balls.
Then one day this woman came along and talked about adopting me. She seemed OK, so I was quite pleased about it, and everything seemed fine till they told her my name, 'Bruno'. Well what’s wrong with h that, it was good enough for my last owner but not for her. Mum (that’s what she’s called) said she didn’t think it suited me, and it's quite a common name for a dog, and as I’m so special, I should have a special name. So she had a wee think, she decided on Free. The woman at the desk thought it was a wonderful idea, as Mum was setting me free from that Rescue Home, but Mum says it’s setting her free from the boredom of sitting in the house all day, just getting older and fatter.
So here I am, a pampered pet at last. Plenty of walks (though I still can’t get off the lead, at least it's a very long one now) plenty of toys to play with, and lots of hugs as well. For all that, she can call me anything she wants! |
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