My brother and I were frustrated. My parents had shoved us into a car, saying that we headed for Buffalo. They seemed in a joyous mood. But I didn’t know why until we drove up to the pound. We were accepting a new dog into our family.
I was around 7 years old when we adopted my dog Gretta. We adopted her when she was about 6 months old. My dad had visited her on his way home from work. All I remember about from that faithful day was she was extremely excited to see us, and she had more life than the other dogs, considering her past. Gretta was used as a fighting dog for the neighborhood gangs in Buffalo. They must have known that she wasn’t a fighter, and deposited her on the streets. It was then the pound captured her.
When we began to play with her in a playroom, I couldn’t help but think how she had a little German shepherd in her, much like our old dog, Gus. Except Gus protected us like crazy and wasn’t a petting dog. Gretta on the other hand, was giving us equal playing time with her and making us pet her. We ended up adopting her. I was scared at first but she did finally calm down. It’s kind of weird, but Gretta is so human I sometime forget that she my dog. I love her and I wouldn’t give her up for anything in the world.
