I know many of you people have been reading the whole page that explains why I’m doing this blog, multiple times. I am sure that many of you are very well educated also. But yet, you probably don’t understand the inner reason(s) I am doing this. I was born in Detroit and had a very tough upbringing. Mom & Dad were always away from home either at work or taking care of chores. So they had bought me a dog when I was very little. In fact, my memory is so bad, I don’t even remember if it was bought or given to us.
Anyway, that dog was the most horrific living creature. It would constantly bite me (note that I was 6 at the time), ruin the furniture, create a mess (that I had to cleanup every time) and a lot of similar incidents. So my experience was really a negative one starting from that point in my life. Then, at some point probably around the age of 12, when I was walking back from school, I was surrounded by a bunch of stray dogs that attacked me. Because of my young age and lack in height (I’m tall now) the dogs easily knocked me to the ground and starting taking bites at me. Long story short, I had to rush to the hospital to get stitches but also make sure my wounds weren’t infected by the dogs that apparently didn’t have any owner. This was way before laws that prevented this but anyway.
So I grew up my whole life, hating dogs but in general hating animals. I wasn’t the type of person that said “I hate meat.” In fact I would eat lots of meat as a revenge. So I grew up developing a very bitter character against animals and eve our pets. When I got married, one of the conditions was: no animals. I know it sounds really funny and maybe a little hysteric. But once you are traumatized at such a young age, you can’t really help it.
Long story short, when I was going to work one early morning (I think it was around 7 am) I found a dog that apparently was run over by a car, laying at the side of the road. It was a very cold and rainy November day. So I thought I had to do something about it and delayed to go to work to take care of it. Once I got back and a few days later, I started feeling the importance of being next to this animal that desperately needed my help. After the healing was done, I simply couldn’t let it run out to nature and lose him. I absolutely needed to keep Snoopy as a pet. So at that point I had to basically battle with my own inner commitment to no animals and pets. It was hard, but well worth it.
Years went by, and then Snoopy died of old age. I personally didn’t have any children: Snoopy was my child. So when he died, there was this hole in my heart that couldn’t be filled with any other dog or anything else. That is the reason I am writing this blog. This is the reason I am spending this time here. I am hoping, that with time, I will be able to heal and somewhat have a heart that isn’t that much in pain.