Tales of Ella the Circus Dog
2005-12-25 12:55 PM
Christmas Stairs.
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The People worry today that the old dog they sprung from jail is now dying. And it seems that she is. I will miss her. After she got better, she played with me in the evenings, which is one of the times I get wound up. She is Labrador, Yellow. The People call her Rosie. Once in her life, she must have been handsome, but when the People took me to inspect her at Dog Jail, she was poor. Bony. Like she never got a square meal.
The People fixed all that. Labrador needed food. Love. Comfort. What all dogs need. She also needed surgery. Twice. But then she came home and I didn’t smell the cancer. After a while, she ate more. And after a longer while, she started climbing the stairs at night after I’d gone to bed with the People. The first time it happened, it was around Christmas. And that’s when I knew we were family.
It’s Christmas again. Labrador is having trouble with the stairs today.
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