by Boxer, Himself
While I was fascinated with all these new smells of other homies, De Kota was becoming more and more distant not wanting to get up out of bed. She explained that she was remembering Dazy, Dallas and her baby, Daytona. WOW ! Mz. De Kota was really a mommy; she had a previous family before be . . .I often wondered what it was like being part of a family – having bros and sis’s, a mommy and daddy . . . I was abandoned and dumped off – but was happy – but that all changed
Mz. De Kota was becoming depressed it wasn’t too long ago that I remember coming into her life right after Daytona went to Rainbow Bridge. I was a THERAPY dog – I would get Mz. De Kota mad at me so she would eat. Sometimes it would be 4 or 5 days without her eating which concerned The Dame.
I remember all the other homeies at the Village and from what those huuuumans were saying, Daytona was “The Dog” and no joke. Mz De Kota said that that was all a bluff that Daytona was a real mellow dog that didn’t like cats or people waking them after we had just snuggled down for the night. Then she talked about Dallas – a green-eyed redhead with a temper to go with it. Mz. De Kota said that Dallas was a Manchester Terrier and her mommy. Dallas according to Mz. De Kota was a reincarnated po-go stick – When they would go for walks, Dallas would always walk-hop on her back legs looking back at them. Then she talked about Dazy – Dazy didn’t like her. According to Mz. De Kota, Dazy thought De Kota got rid of Dublin, one of Dazy real babies. . . Mz. De Kota told me that when she was a weeee tiny powder buff that Dublin was going to attack her and Dallas her mommy got in between Dublin and my Babe. Mz. De Kota didn’t understand at the time, but Dallas was Dublin’s main-squeeze and that this was a major argument.
Slow down there Mz. De Kota, this soap opera is getting too much for me and you giving me way tooooo much FYI . . . well, I guess I kinda hurt her feelings cuz she wouldn’t talk to me for a couple of days. . .Then I gotta thinking, to have a couple of other homies around this place. . .guess that thought snapped Mz. De Kota out of it cuz she explained “this place” as I called it, was a HOME not a house but a HOME and that The Dame really does love us but you are too bull headed to realize it.
HEY ! No name calling ! I’m a pit bull, more specific, an American Staffordshire Terrier – I never had a real family or a HOME as you call it. I never had a bed to sleep in, ooooooo flannel; I never had another homie that was by my side or there for me to talk to, or in your case, Mz. De Kota, kick my ass.
I guess maybe I need to think about this, this, HOME thing. . .kinda scary being away from all the crackheads and those others. . .not being woke up in the middle of the night, having cars/ vans/ trucks parked in front of me blowing their exhaust in my direction. . .HEY CAN YOU SEE ME ! I BREATH THIS AIR AT GROUND LEVEL ! .. . jerks. Still have nightmares about being homeless on the streets being tied up to a tree sleeping in my own poo. . .yuck.
I chewed up everything I got my teeth on trying to forget those awful nights and started to feel kinda bad about the way I manhandle Mz. De Kota. I tried making it up too her when she was climbing the steps into bed, but she ‘had a headache’ . . . and each night, we would lay down together with The Dame by our sides helping each other heal our wounds and look forward to a new beginning at the shine of a new morning.
