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20 DECEMBER 2015 DOGGIERESCUE.COM MAGAZINE

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CHRISTMAS                                   Seb Jack Russell
  PRESENT                                   x 3yrs 12kgs Male
                                            Sponsor: “Sending
                                            love from Oxy!”
                                            John Kinninmont

                                   By Corinne Daw

Last year I was brand new—all bright and sparkly with the joy of living. I was
purchased as a Christmas gift in a spur of the moment decision with no thought
to my welfare or my future or the responsibility and cost of adopting a pet.

At first everyone in my new family loved me. I was “sooo cute” and “precious” and
all my baby antics were laughed at. The kids fought over whose bed I would sleep
on and I had so many toys to play with! I could do no wrong - I was the MOST
loved doggie in the whole world….. but it did not last!

I wet in the house and was a “dirty dog”, the children lost interest in me - computer
games were more fun! “Have you taken the dog for a walk!” Mum would say but
somehow there was always something more interesting for them to do. Then after
the January holidays I was alone all day. I cried and I cried. Then I barked and I
barked.

Bored- I started to dig holes in the garden or pull clothes off the line, which amused
me for a while. But my family was not AMUSED. Dad got so ANGRY and YELLED
loudly at me. I was terrified and started to snap at him. I was not allowed in the
house anymore but locked in the backyard. I would be so excited to see Mum in the
morning my tail would go around and around but she would just put my bowl outside
the back door and go inside again and then I would not see her again all day. Dad
would come home late, give me my dinner and go back inside the house again,
slamming the door in my face. I would stand at the wire door and watch them inside.

                   It seemed that nobody had any time or love for me anymore.
         To them it was as if I had just disappeared. I was so lonely and miserable.
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