My name (now) is Maggie and I am what you people call a rescue dog. My first home was with a man and three other dog friends and we were all happy together until I noticed my owner started acting strange. He didn’t pay much attention to me anymore. I heard him telling people he was sick, and then one day he told me I had to go live with someone else. I looked at him with my big brown eyes and he started to cry. So I wagged my tail and licked him and tried to make him happy again.
He took me to a stranger’s house and he cried when he left me there. I ran to the corner of a bedroom and wouldn’t come out, I was so scared. This house was very different from my home. It was always busy, and nobody noticed me much, which was OK with me. I liked having the other dogs there around though because it reminded me of my real home. I wondered when I could go back there.
One night two more strangers came to the house. They looked at me and wanted to pet me but I wouldn’t let them. I barked at them when they came near. They kept talking to me and put me on a leash and led me to the door. I pulled back but they were too strong. They put me in their car and took me away. Then I was so sad because I was getting used to that house and I had to leave it, too.
The house they took me to was quiet. There were only two people, no kids, and they just sat and looked at me. I couldn’t sit down, I was so nervous. I paced and paced, and finally wore myself out. I sat down, and then I lay down, and I finally went to sleep. I don’t remember a lot about those first days there. They kept trying to pet me and they called me a funny name, one I wasn’t used to. I don’t remember eating much. I felt so alone with nothing and no one familiar around me at all.
I have had to think really hard to remember all this because things are so different now. My new home is the best place ever. My family loves me so much and we do everything together. They think I am beautiful and smart and they take me with them on trips and they sing songs to me. They let me sleep on their bed in the daytime when they are at work. They make me go to get baths and get shots sometimes but I am always happy inside.
I am still not sure what a rescue dog really is, but I sure do like being one.