THE PUPPY’S TALE
“I was a very cute, happy, well adjusted puppy. One night when I was blissfully sleeping, there was a terrible thunder storm with brilliant flashes of lightning. Or maybe it was an earthquake or even a tornado. In any case, at the same time as this event, a big heavy book fell off a shelf and hit me on my head. It hurt. My human mother came and comforted me but the pain and shivering didn’t stop for a long time. And from that day on, I believed the sky would fall on me again and it might kill me. And I have terrible nightmares.”
Sleepy Rozie
My name is Rozie. I am an old dog now with a checkered past. I am a rescue dog and have been rescued more than once. No one knows my real story though.
I am a big, mean looking canine now, with a ferocious growl. I can scare big men so I am a magnificent watch dog if I hear you coming. The problem is I’m usually asleep. They say that once, when a bear walked by, I just slept through the visit.
It should be noted that in my few waking hours, I am frightened. I still remember the sky might fall and I watch the windows for a darkening sky or an unusual wind. Backfires, gunshots, or a twig hitting the window are terrifying and thunderstorms are the worst. They drive me (and my adopted lady, Dor) into a closet where sounds are muffled and smells are of comforting human clothing and old shoes! My lady rubs me down with a dryer sheet to reduce static electricity. It feels pretty good but old shoes smell better. Isn’t that a great idea though?
I am a very old dog named Rozie and still convinced the sky is falling because it fell on me once before, when I was a puppy. And only my humans can save me. There is no convincing me otherwise and I still have terrible nightmares. My adopted humans want to help but all they can do now is hold my paw through the hard times, and give me all their love.
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