Smith - Millie - Albuquerque, NM
The Family I Always Wanted!
By Millie - BG#7045
Hello! My name is Millie and my first eight years were very sad. It didn’t start that way as my new family thought I was “sooooo cute”. Then something terrible happened – I grew up! I was then relegated to the back yard, got fed, taken to the vet and had my coat cut really short due to the hot Phoenix summer. Other than this, no one played with me or petted me. Eventually, I came to the conclusion that “people suck”. I was very lonely, quit trying and just gave up.
Then, my humans got a divorce. I stayed with the lady whose new boy friend hated me, so I was given to Berner Rescue. As bad as things were, I was scared and didn’t know how to cope with new situations and strangers. They took me to the vet to have my teeth cleaned, which included three extractions, and lump taken off my nose. They called it a good thing. I called it torture!
Now, just as I’m getting used to my foster family, I was put in the car, driven for hours and given to a complete stranger. Again, I was scared. What was going to happen to me? This stranger drove for five hours before we got to his home where I was introduced to my new family including Kes and Scotty, who looked a lot like me. Kes and Scotty were happy and loved. Maybe this won’t be so bad after all.
It is here that I am introduced to something called “A Correction”. I called it “A Rejection” so I went and hid under the dining room table. Come on, all I wanted was to be petted and given some attention. Is that too much to ask? I tried again asking in the only way I knew and got another “Correction” (a.k.a. “Rejection”). Back to the safety of the dining room table.
Okay, I’ll give it one more try. Another “Correction/Rejection”. As I head for the dining room, I get called back. My human takes my head, puts it on his knee and begins to pet me, scratch behind my ears and tell me what a good girl I was. Satisfied, I went and lay down across the room. Later, I tried again, asking for attention as I had for years, and got another “Correction”. This time, however, I decided to put my head to his knee. And, guess what? I got petted, scratched and told what a good girl I was. Finally, for the first time in my life, someone showed me what they wanted me to do. I can deal with this. I learned that I could try different behaviors, get my needs met, please my humans and have fun doing it.
I started learning and learning. For the first time in my life I was happy and having fun. I learned to trust, something I hadn’t done in years. Maybe some people don’t “suck”. I became a Certified Therapy Dog and go where people pet me, scratch me, hug me and make a real fuss over me. I heard one person in the facility I visit say, “I love it when you bring Scotty, but there is something really special about Millie!” WOW! I’m appreciated. Oh, yes, I also earned a CGC Certificate. Cool! Huh!
Now, life is good. I’m loved and happy. It was a scary journey, but I finally got the family I always wanted!
P.S.: I owe it all to Walter and Libby Smith who adopted me and with whom I live in Albuquerque, NM.