I weigh about 14 kilos, and they tell me I’m 8 to 11 months old. I am not much on calendars. To me, a day is a day. It is a good day when I can wake up near someone I love and when I can go to sleep near them at night.
I don’t really remember much about things when I was younger. I do remember that one minute I was in the back of a truck with a bunch of men, sitting on the lap of the father in my family, watching a wondrous world appear at each corner. The next minute I was sprawled out on a sidewalk. I chased the truck as far as I could. I barked to let them know that they’d forgotten me. Now, I know I wasn’t forgotten. I was abandoned. I still don’t know what I did to make my family angry enough to do that to me. If you see them, tell them I didn’t do it on purpose, whatever it was.
I lived alone on the streets for months, until a Yucatecan angel who works at Planned Pethood in Merida took me in. Maybe she saw the love I have to offer; it may have been easy for her to see because she is filled with so much love herself. She brought me to Planned Pethood for care, they sterilized me and brought back to good health.
I don’t look too cheerful in this photo. It was taken just a day or so ago, when I was still recovering from being spayed. Look closely enough and you can see that big, stupid, plastic collar-thing they put on me. I promise it is not permanent and that it does not come with me, if you adopt me. Also, I am told my left side (not shown here) is my best side for photos. I am not sure about that, but I am sure that my ears are really a lot more perky than they seem in this photo.
What people here at Planned Pethood say is my true “best side” is that I am a “love-monkey.” I love affection; I love it, but I don’t demand it all the time; I am quiet, not much of a barker; I love adults; I love children; I love being part of a family. Here at Planned Pethood, I have even discovered that I can love cats, but it is something I have to work at.
I am also really cheerful and a lot of fun at parties. Okay, not really much fun yet at parties, I am still a little shy around people I don’t know because I am not sure whom to trust, what might happen to me, or what they might do with me.
Someone said that I should add that I love rainy days and walks on the beach. I have no idea what all that is about, but I am very flexible in my attitudes toward most things. To me, what I do or where I do it is not really that important. What’s important is that I do it with, or for, someone I love and who loves me.
Come to see me at Planned Pethood (Calle 10 N 344 X 3 Y 3C Col. Gonzalo Guerrerro). It is a bit past Costco. Or call them at 999.944.2310 to ask about me or about any of my compaῆeros here. If you call, you might ask them to tell my angel how wonderful she is. She saved my life.
The person who helped me tell you my story lost his dear compadre of 9 years just a few days ago, and he says he just can’t take me or any other puppy home with him right now. I see the truth of that in his face. He couldn’t adopt me, but he left some pesos here at Planned Pethood to help with my care, helped me with this letter, and he told me not to worry; everybody knows that “found” dogs are the best dogs--ever.
The good people here (I did mention that they even like cats) take in and care for many others like me. Even if I am not the one for you and your family, you might give a few pesos to Planned Pethood Mexico to help them care for me and others like me (and those cats). They say to me that you can find Planned Pethood Mexico on the net (I have never been a big fan of nets. They say this one is okay. But, if I were you, I would still be careful) at http://plannedpethoodmexico.com.mx/.
BUT, If you think you could love me like I need and want to be loved, then get up and come see me. See for yourself if I should go home with you. If I go, I promise to love you and everyone in your family even more than you or anyone else thinks you deserve. Most dogs are really good at that, but it is my speicalty.