How long he'd been stuck inside the little dog jail he was no longer aware. It had actually been 4 days and 3 nights but all the puppy knew was he was bored, unhappy, and confused. Sometimes the monotony would be broken by a different Man who brought him a small bowl of hard food. He didn't eat the first day. His stomache finally got to him on the next. He ate just enough to stop the discomfort in his tummy. He saw the new Man come in a little earlier than usual one day. Instead of shoving a bowl of food into the jail he picked the jail up and so began another air-journey for the puppy.
He'd been shoved into a very big rolling-jail with lots of other dog jails inside each housing a barking animal. The stench of all those dogs filled his sensitive nostrils and almost made him gag. When the ride finally stopped his jail was once again picked up by another strange Man and carried inside a building full of dog jails holding many loud, barking inmates.
His jail door opened and a large, rugged, furless paw reached inside and grasped him. He was pulled out and dropped a short distance to a hard, concrete floor. He looked around to see he was inside a dog jail 10 times the size of the last one. Five other puppies sat in the middle of the cell looking at him. He saw three bowls containing solid food. He immediately ran to one without a thought. He started eating, chewing and swallowing and finally felt like there was some hope in life after all.
The puppy was finally happy again. The food was plentiful and he was hungry! From right behind his head he was stunned by a very loud "ROAFFF!" He turned to see a teen aged Doberman Pinscer pup staring at him with with how-dare-you anger in his eyes. Where did this one come from? He wasn't one of the five he saw a minute ago. How did he get in here? The Doberman leaned nose-to-nose toward the puppy and asked, "Did I say you could eat?"
"No," the puppy answered.
"I'm Dominic. I run 'dis joint, see? You don'ta eat until I saya you can, capice?" Then Dominic bit the puppy's left front paw. The puppy yelped and limped away. He was angry when Dominic turned around to the other puppies and said, "Yooze c'n eat. Hurry up bafwore I change-a ma mind, huh? Yeah." Four of the other pups hopped to the bowls and ate as fast as they could while the puppy nursed his throbbing paw in the corner of the jail. One of the five approached him and sat beside him.
"You a chihuahua, ain'tcha?" he asked looking directly at him.
"Yeah. I think so," the puppy said.
"Ma name's Ace. I'm a Dawchsund. Ya know... from Geoimany?" The puppy said nothing. He was in pain, scared, and mad that Dominic got away with his unprovoked crime. "Two woids of advice," Ace whispered. "Do whawtevah he says, and nevvah, evvah tawlk back to 'im, gawt it? 'Dat'sa ya ticket ta livin' da next day around heah, huh? Yeah."
Dominic swaggered up to the puppy, grabbed him in his mouth by the neck and dropped him into a bowl of food. "You gawt 60 seconds ta eat dinna, runt!" he yelled. The puppy began eating as fast as he could. Every few seconds he would be startled by Dominic barking, "ROAF!" right behind his head, then laughing. "Awlright! 'Dat's enough," he yelled. He picked the puppy up again and threw him against the chain link jail wall. As the puppy fell to the floor hard enough to knock the air out of his little lungs he heard Dominic yell at him, "Hey, punk! Are you a real dawg ya mawmma had or awre you da aftaboith 'dat lived? Aaah ha-ha-ha-ha haaah!" Then Dominic disappeared into a dark corner of the dog prison.
The puppy lie down in a corner of the the dog prison all by himself and closed his eyes. Where was Krypto the Superdog when you needed him? Why didn't a superhero dog really exist? How many other puppies out there were wondering the same thing from a same situation? He wished he was super. He wished he was big and strong enough to beat Dominic up and teach him not to be mean to little dogs. Finally able to breathe again he stewed in anger as he dreamed about being a flying, bully-beating super chihuahua. He dreamed about hurting Dominic the Doberman. He dreamed about what it would be like to hear Dominic whimper. He dreamed about being able to control Dominic and make him do whatever the puppy desired. He began to feel a little better.
He'd been shoved into a very big rolling-jail with lots of other dog jails inside each housing a barking animal. The stench of all those dogs filled his sensitive nostrils and almost made him gag. When the ride finally stopped his jail was once again picked up by another strange Man and carried inside a building full of dog jails holding many loud, barking inmates.
His jail door opened and a large, rugged, furless paw reached inside and grasped him. He was pulled out and dropped a short distance to a hard, concrete floor. He looked around to see he was inside a dog jail 10 times the size of the last one. Five other puppies sat in the middle of the cell looking at him. He saw three bowls containing solid food. He immediately ran to one without a thought. He started eating, chewing and swallowing and finally felt like there was some hope in life after all.
The puppy was finally happy again. The food was plentiful and he was hungry! From right behind his head he was stunned by a very loud "ROAFFF!" He turned to see a teen aged Doberman Pinscer pup staring at him with with how-dare-you anger in his eyes. Where did this one come from? He wasn't one of the five he saw a minute ago. How did he get in here? The Doberman leaned nose-to-nose toward the puppy and asked, "Did I say you could eat?"
"No," the puppy answered.
"I'm Dominic. I run 'dis joint, see? You don'ta eat until I saya you can, capice?" Then Dominic bit the puppy's left front paw. The puppy yelped and limped away. He was angry when Dominic turned around to the other puppies and said, "Yooze c'n eat. Hurry up bafwore I change-a ma mind, huh? Yeah." Four of the other pups hopped to the bowls and ate as fast as they could while the puppy nursed his throbbing paw in the corner of the jail. One of the five approached him and sat beside him.
"You a chihuahua, ain'tcha?" he asked looking directly at him.
"Yeah. I think so," the puppy said.
"Ma name's Ace. I'm a Dawchsund. Ya know... from Geoimany?" The puppy said nothing. He was in pain, scared, and mad that Dominic got away with his unprovoked crime. "Two woids of advice," Ace whispered. "Do whawtevah he says, and nevvah, evvah tawlk back to 'im, gawt it? 'Dat'sa ya ticket ta livin' da next day around heah, huh? Yeah."
Dominic swaggered up to the puppy, grabbed him in his mouth by the neck and dropped him into a bowl of food. "You gawt 60 seconds ta eat dinna, runt!" he yelled. The puppy began eating as fast as he could. Every few seconds he would be startled by Dominic barking, "ROAF!" right behind his head, then laughing. "Awlright! 'Dat's enough," he yelled. He picked the puppy up again and threw him against the chain link jail wall. As the puppy fell to the floor hard enough to knock the air out of his little lungs he heard Dominic yell at him, "Hey, punk! Are you a real dawg ya mawmma had or awre you da aftaboith 'dat lived? Aaah ha-ha-ha-ha haaah!" Then Dominic disappeared into a dark corner of the dog prison.
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| Dominic the Doberman |
The puppy lie down in a corner of the the dog prison all by himself and closed his eyes. Where was Krypto the Superdog when you needed him? Why didn't a superhero dog really exist? How many other puppies out there were wondering the same thing from a same situation? He wished he was super. He wished he was big and strong enough to beat Dominic up and teach him not to be mean to little dogs. Finally able to breathe again he stewed in anger as he dreamed about being a flying, bully-beating super chihuahua. He dreamed about hurting Dominic the Doberman. He dreamed about what it would be like to hear Dominic whimper. He dreamed about being able to control Dominic and make him do whatever the puppy desired. He began to feel a little better.
...to be continued...
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