On Monday, I will have been living with my two humans for two years. Before that, I stayed with some other people for a few months. And before that, I lived with some horrible, awful people.
Those horrible people made me not really like other people that much. You just never know if they’re going to be mean or not. So when we go outside, I try to keep my distance from other people. And I really don’t like it when people I don’t know come to our apartment.
But my humans now are awesome! They take me for walks EVERY DAY (and sometimes runs in the park OR ON THE BEACH!). They feed me every day and give me extra snacks when they eat. They let me sleep inside and take me on adventures (some of which I like more than others…).
Anyway, I first met them at this place with lots of people and loud noises. I was hiding under a table, but Allison came over and said hi to me. I didn’t care at first. People were not to be trusted. I just wanted to go back to where I’d been staying and hide by the couch. Allison left, but then she and this other guy came back. They talked to the people I was with and said my name a lot. But then they left again.
Then, a couple weeks later, the people I’d been staying with — who, I guess I can admit, were pretty nice — put me in the car and brought me somewhere new. When I got out of the car, Allison was there. We all went inside and they left me with Allison and her husband. I check out their apartment for a bit. It seemed alright. Then they took me for a walk, which I liked. They fed me and played with me — well, they tried to. I’d never played before! Can you believe that? They gave me these toys and I didn’t know what to do with them. Eventually I figured some of them out — mainly how to make some toys squeak and run around the apartment with them and catch them when Allison tosses them for me. I still don’t get what the tennis balls are for, though.
It took me awhile to believe that they were keeping me and would take care me forever. Once, after I’d stayed with them for a couple months, they took me to back to one of the places I’d stayed at a few months before and left me there. So I escaped and ran around in a canyon for a few days. But they found me and brought me back to their home. Eventually I realized that we were going to be a pack. I’d never had a pack before. It’s pretty great. Except when they give me baths.
One of my humans, Allison, stays home with me almost all day now, which is I love. Mostly she sits at her desk, but I make her take breaks to play sometimes, and I help her when she goes to the kitchen and stand guard when she goes to the bathroom. We’re pretty much BFFs now.
Gotta go jump on the couch to take a nap.
PSA from Allison: Rescuing Onyx was absolutely one of the best decisions we ever made. If you’re considering getting a dog, please, please consider adopting one from a shelter or rescue organization. If you have your heart set on a specific breed, try Googling “[breed] rescue [your city].” Or at least do your research and find a reputable, responsible breeder instead of going to a pet store that supports puppy mills. But seriously, adopt a rescue dog. It’s so worth it.