It’s My Fault


I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make the barks stop. But the pack has been so busy taking care of me nobody felt much like barking.

I told Ash he should get back to barking, but he said he wanted me to do the DailyBark. So here it is.

This past week has been wonderful. I can do things now that I haven’t done in years.

When I first got to Asherpark, I could hardly walk. I had to do my business standing up because my back hurt too much to stop and squat. There was no way I could sit down. If I tried to back up, I fell over.

First mom noticed that I could squat to pee. That was a good start. Next I kinda hunched up for poopers. It’s still a struggle and sometimes I lose my balance, but I’m getting back to my old ways.

A couple of days ago I sat down. I hardly realized what I had done until everyone made a fuss over me. Big deal, huh? Well, for me it is.

But here is the absolute best of the best. On Friday I played Aussie bump and run with Tess. It’s true. I invited her to play and then I ran with her about forty yards.

Okay, I couldn’t run very straight and I wobbled when I ran. But I was running! Me, the throw away dog. Me, Nellie, the sorry old mutt who was scheduled to die.

Now I’m just one of the Asherpark pack. I’m not really a special needs dog. I just need a place to hang out and get well. I need some dog pals and some people who care about me. I have all that at Asherpark.

You know what? When us mutts get put to bed and mom tells us silly dog stories, she whispers that she loves me. I do believe she does.


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