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My old dog is getting a young dog.
My 12 year old lab is getting a younger brother, a Doberman puppy. I have always believed in having two dogs for company, they understand each other. My old guy Amici will teach the new puppy Bullet all the habits of each family member.
Hi! My name is Amici! I’m a dog. I’m a Labrador Retriever, although I detest retrieving. I was born in New Orleans, a tough town, and then shipped off to Florida. I’m really a black mutt with a curved funny tail; I was also the runt of the litter, and no one wanted me. I also have a fleshy tumor on my neck. There were many strikes against me. First, I’m black; the second, I’m the runt, I don’t lick or kiss, but I’m friendly like my name. My parents found and adopted me just before I got the needle. I was so scared I stayed in the back of my cage shivering, just waiting for love. My future parents didn’t notice me in the back of the cage, but Andy their son, found me just when all hope was lost! Andy loves all animals. Boy, am I lucky.
They brought me to their house to meet another dog, Budaj. He was a beautiful boy dog, just like me! He was white and a pedigree, and he loved me. He taught me quickly about mom, dad, and Andy. Budaj did not like men! Everyone was afraid of dad, so I learned from Budaj to dislike men. I was taught mom was the only one for us. Although I learned that dad and Andy were great guys, Budaj lived for mom. Dad has a big booming voice that shakes the house because he sings. Mom can curse like a drunken sailor during hockey games, and all is fine; dad just whispers, “drat or darn,” and me and Buds, we run in fear. I’m not sure why, dad has never yelled at me or hit me. He taught me “please,” “thank you,” excuse me,” and I responded. Budaj just doesn’t like him; he hates Andy even more. I don’t know why. Budaj says to never, ever go down the hall to Andy’s room; it’s evil. I’m beginning to believe Budes has issues.
Andy is soft-spoken and a lover of all animals. I’ve seen him capture water bugs and release them outside, and dad, well, you can only imagine what he does; it’s not pleasant.
I’m am very lucky to have a big yard with a pool. I never swim; I hate the water. That’s right, a lab won’t retrieve or swim, and I really hate car rides, all that wind blowing. I enjoy chasing squirrels around the yard. We have bunny rabbits, but dad says we don’t chase them, so I don’t. I’m a good boy. I have many pet names I’m called, and I always answer; you never know, there might be a meatball waiting for me. They call me Amici, Mici, Coco, Peco, Sweebums, Meatball; I actually have seasonal names, Pumpkin, etc.
I’m being raised as Italian, Polish, and Ukraine; boy, they can cook! Meatballs are my favorite. When dad begins to make meatballs, I can hear the wrapping coming off the meat, and I am there to help dad any way I can! Pierogis, Kielbasa, Stuffed Shells, Chicken, and Bacon are my favorites. I have so much love from my family, and the best part is that they are medically trained, not dad though; he just cooks. My Aunt Janelle is a veterinarian! Dr. Aunt Janelle says my tumor is no big deal. Love, food, and healthcare, what more could you want! I have three beds to sleep in, and I sleep in all of them, on the rugs and on the tiles when it’s hot outside.
I cried so much the night that Budaj died. He was so young and my best buddy. It took some time to get over him, I remember everything he taught me, but I love dad and Andy. Since Budaj passed, I have been barking. Budaj didn’t bark much; he woofed when Andy was near. We sold the big house with the big yard, and we are looking for a new home. I bark at everyone walking by in our present home, especially UPS; I hate those brown uniforms. My yard is small, but I go on many walks. I’m loved and well cared for. However, when dad corrects me, I feel sad, but no problem. If I don’t like what he said, I walk into another room and rest, there’s always a bed handy.
My day is full. I mostly sleep and pretend I’m guarding something. I watch western movies with dad. He exercises as he watches television, but I’m just waiting for my next meal. Wherever I’m resting, I keep a keen ear to the ground if someone steals the refrigerator or tries to sneak snacks.
My parents were told I was three months old when I was adopted. They lied so they did not have to give me a worm test. They named me Noel to pretend I was born during the Christmas season. Well, I had worms, and I was seven months old. Poor dad had to keep Budaj’s crap and mine separated for two months until I was better. Boy, if that’s not real love. I’ll be nine years old sometime in July; we aren’t sure because they lied at the kennel; no one wanted me. No one wanted a black runt of a dog with a crooked tail and worms. I give unconditional love; I’m a dog; we all do! My mom and dad, and Andy choose me unconditionally to love me. Now I know what love really is about. I hope all pets could be adopted like I was, unconditionally.
I celebrate my birthday July 4th, and boy, oh boy, so many people celebrate my birthday with firecrackers, which annoy me. It’s good to be an All-American Dog!
years old sometime in July; we aren’t sure because they lied at the kennel; no one wanted me. No one wanted a black runt of a dog with a crooked tail and worms. I give unconditional love; I’m a dog; we all do! My mom and dad, and Andy choose me unconditionally to love me. Now I know what love really is about. I hope all pets could be adopted like I was, unconditionally.
I celebrate my birthday July 4th, and boy, oh boy, so many people celebrate my birthday with firecrackers, which annoy me. It’s good to be an All-American Dog!