If you’ve ever read my column, then you know that I’m an upbeat, glass-half-full, happy kind of guy. With that said, even I have my bad days. And last Saturday was one of them.

It all started out innocently enough with a car ride. Car rides are almost always great things and I was very excited about going on one! It seemed a bit odd that my German Shepherd sister Ilsa was not invited, but hey, I love alone time with my human. So, we drove for about 20 minutes and I had my head out the window the entire time. It was glorious! Then we pulled off the main road and into a parking lot. At first, I wasn’t sure where we were, but suddenly, I remembered. Oh no! We were at the Vet’s office which is my worst nightmare! My human parked the car and turned off the engine. And even though I wasn’t hot, I started panting with worry. Then, she called someone on her cell phone.

“Hi. Yup, we’re here for Benny’s 10 a.m. appointment. We’re outside in parking space 2.”

My human put on her white muzzle and we sat in the car. She wears it all the time now whenever we go out. Then after about 10 minutes, another human in scrubs came out, also wearing a white muzzle. She opened the car door, grabbed my leash and tried to get me to go with her. But no way! I was not budging! The gig was up as far as I was concerned and I wanted to go home. So, I planted my butt firmly down and refused to move. She even tried putting a slip knot leash around my neck, but I still wouldn’t move. I was starting to feel pretty good that I’d outsmarted everyone. That was until a big, burly human came out.

I’m 72 pounds and still, this guy picked me up in one fell swoop and carried me inside the building. I was not happy! Because now, my human was outside in the car and I was inside with these strangers who were all wearing muzzles. It was terrorizing!

They brought me into a small room. Everyone was acting very nice and patting my head, but I didn’t fall for it. I could smell the other dogs who had been there before me and it smelled like fear. Then the Vet came in and I remembered him, so I calmed down a bit. He examined me all over and told me that I needed to lose weight! “To go on a diet” were his exact words. I didn’t appreciate that and frankly, thought he looked a bit chubby too. Is he on a diet? Anyway, he might have somehow known that I was thinking bad things about him since then he gave me a shot in my hindquarters. The rabies shot hurt and getting my nails cut was no picnic either. Ugh. It was all awful. But the torture finally came to an end and I was reunited with my human in the parking lot.

I was so happy to be on my way home and pictured my nice fluffy bed waiting for me. And my sister Ilsa and the cats. So, I guess that while bad days are bound to happen, if you have a safe place to call home, it’s OK in the end. That got me thinking about all the dogs and cats who have to go through what I went through (and maybe even worse), but don’t have a loving home or human to go to when they’re done. They don’t have any home or any human at all! And so please go adopt a homeless dog or cat. That way, you can change their life from one of lots of scary days in a cage at a shelter, to a one of love with you as their human. And they too can have their own home and family. Thank you!

With Love,

Benny H.

Benny H. is a 7-year-old mixed-breed dog who enjoys writing, meeting new people, and providing companionship to his loving adopter, Liz Hoffmann. They live in Connecticut. Liz has extensive experience in sales, marketing, and opening her heart to shelter animals.