Today while we were outside choosing a good spot on our neighbor's lawn to pee,a couple of greyhounds walked by. They were beautiful but so big! We felt scared until we saw that they were each on a leash attached to a hand. We stared in awe as the hand’s owner said with a smile, “Rescues! They’re rescues. Don’t worry. They’re all right now.” email@example.com Then the three of them revved up their legs and zoomed out of sight.
“Is that what these are for?” You see, just like me Sweetie was imprisoned in a wire cage for her whole life churning out babies for some greedy Puppy Mill. So she never had a chance to use them.
Mrs. Stillman yelled frantically, “Sweetie, come back!” Sweetie stopped, turned around, and kept running, all the way back to us. But she kept going so fast I could feel the wind as she went by. She ran all the way down to the other corner and turned to look at us. Then she flew back the same way, and kept going by us again! I could almost feel her heart pounding with joy.
Mrs. Stillman was laughing now, yelling “RUN SWEETIE RUN, RUN!” We stood in amazement as we watched her leap and bound and fly around us.
Finally, with her tongue hanging out the side of her mouth, and a big grin on her face she flopped down at our feet. “So that’s what they’re for” she panted. Mrs. Stillman picked her up, laughing and crying. “Wudda dog!” she said. Then we all went into the house for a celebratory dog bone.
I said to Sweetie. “Chomp, chomp. Down with those mother f’’in Puppy Mills.” And she chewed, “You are so right sister! Kill those bastards!” (Yes, dogs do curse when it is appropriate). Together, all three of us said, “Damnation to the puppy mill owners*, and even all the dog track owners.”
And then Mrs. Stillman yelled “And to all the Jets too!”