Iâ€™ve been here for a few weeks now, waiting for someone to come and take me home with them. Unfortunately, there hasnâ€™t been much traffic through here lately. One of our friends got picked yesterday. A family dropped by and took him to his new home, making the cage seem a little lonelier. Luckily, Iâ€™ve got a couple of pals to spend the time with. We chat on occasion, telling grand tales of freedom and running through the parks, chasing cats. But all we really want is for that right someone to walk through that door be as excited about us as we are about them.
Perhaps there is a little more to it, though. A home would be great, but the right home would be perfect. I often wonder to myself what the right companion would be like. Personally, I like to spend my time with my companion, a daily walk in the park and some quality time well spent. A little bit of space would be perfect, but Iâ€™m small enough that Iâ€™d be happy with anything.
The cages are quiet today, feeding time has come and gone, so everyone is just lazing about. Ace and Frank seem a little bored, both pups just lying around doing much of nothing, so I break the monotony. I ask Ace and Frank what they think their owners should be like.
â€œGee, Benny, I donâ€™t really know,â€ Ace says, his face deep in thought. I can tell heâ€™s concentrating because his droopy expression is tensed up. â€œI kinda like to be my own dog most of the time. A companion would be nice, but I like some time to myself, too. You know, get into mischief, maybe tear up the neighbor’s garden on occasion.â€ Ace jumped up and added, â€œGotta have some room to run or else Iâ€™d get bored.â€
â€œWhatever,â€ Frank interrupted, â€œyour little stubby legs would be happy with a tiny fenced-in yard.â€ Frankâ€™s a good dog, but he likes to tease Ace about his stubby legs. Ace responded by tackling Frank, starting a wrestling match.
â€œWell, what about you?â€ I asked Frank. He was a wild character, so I knew he definitely needed some room to run, too.
â€œMe?â€ Frank stopped wrestling with Ace and started thinking. â€œIâ€™d like someone to spend a lot of time with me. You know how I am, I love to play. Itâ€™d drive me nuts to be by myself all the time. Maybe some kids to play with, too. A few games of fetch in the park and tons of room to run and dig would be perfect.â€ Frank sat down and asked me, â€œWhat about you, Benny?â€
I thought for a moment, trying to picture what the perfect home and companion would be like. â€œIâ€™d like someone who is there to play with me, but I donâ€™t really think theyâ€™d have to spend every waking moment with me. At least enough time so that I donâ€™t think theyâ€™ve forgotten about me.â€
Iâ€™ve had an owner before, long ago, but they didnâ€™t want me anymore, so they brought me here. A companion would be great, but I donâ€™t need attention as much as Frank does. The rascal loves attention. I figured Ace wouldnâ€™t be as worried about spending time with an owner, he always talks about how much he enjoys his â€œalone time.â€ That lazy pup would likely just sit around and watch the Discovery channel all day long. At least, whenever he gets out of here.
I look around the cage. Really, all we want is for someone to come and take us home. Iâ€™d love someone that I could call â€œmine.â€ I know Frank definitely wants a whole family to play with, and even though Ace likes to be alone, deep down, I know he wants a family, too.