Tales of Ella the Circus Dog
2006-01-11 8:36 PM
Labrador's Story.
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Some of this I watched with my own eyes and some I heard the People speaking. And some came straight from Labrador, Yellow, although if I remind her, she will not remember how many times she has told me or how many times the story is different. Poodle tells no stories like these. Poodle’s stories are all about Mama and Papa leaving her at Doctor’s, and how, each time they saw each other, her People were crying. Labrador’s stories come from her when she’s drifting. Like when she’s stretched out in the sun with her eyes on a black fly buzzing out on the terrace.
The first time, she talked about being in Dog Jail. How she was put in a run with two other dogs. All old. How she tried to eat but couldn’t find a taste for it. Too blue. Too soon torn from her life before. After she dropped a few pounds, they started putting out food from cans, and some of it wasn’t bad some of the time. Her story makes me think of the food in my own Dog Jail.
She walked a lot, needing to keep moving. Too much rested on her when she grew still. Her life before then. Her life then. Her life after then. A few times she tried to just end it all and sit in a corner a few days longer until the Shepherds came for her, but she never could shake the idea that her People were waiting somewhere if she could just leave and go back home.
She was there for weeks and weeks.
By the time my People took me to meet her, Labrador had lost her heart. She couldn’t stand still now for anything, and her two cell mates growled each time she passed. She couldn’t stop walking. And she knew she was dying. I could smell it when we sniffed each other in the fenced run. Like nothing I’d ever smelled before. My People didn’t seem to notice. Before I could say Let’s pick out another one, they had Labrador in the back seat of the car. It was July 31 and so hot my tongue touched the ground. My People let the air conditioner run while one went in to pay for Labrador. And then she was ours.
That’s Labrador’s first story. But there are more.
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