Memoir

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.