Knowledge is Power
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Dear
Diary, My
hu-mom said she named me Kiza cuz it means fighter and when I was a
baby, I really had to fight to survive. You wouldn’t believe my first
few weeks! They
say I was born a week too early and that’s a lot for a tiny puppy,
even if I am a wolfdog. Then
my biological parents
got into a terrible row and one of Dad's canine's punctured Mom's sinus
cavity. The sinus cavity got infected and When I was two days old, I fell out of the doghouse and I crawled way back underneath it. Since I still couldn’t see yet, how could anyone blame me? It wasn’t my fault I got stuck. They had to use a shovel to dig me out. Unfortunately, no one realized at the time that they broke one of my front legs rescuing me. By the end of my first week, I was starving to death because my birth mother didn't have enough milk. You think she would have known better to take on Dad! The
next thing I know, this strange lady who didn’t smell like anything I
ever smelled before took me in the house and started forcing this yucky
junk they called formula down my throat. Can you blame me for fighting?
I’d like to see whoever invented that stuff try to enjoy a diet of the
stinky stuff. Needless to say, I didn't like it and fought my best, but
that crazy lady shoved it in faster than I could spit it out. Next,
my stupid brother scratched my eye and it ulcerated. And a couple
days later, I got really sick from some nasty bug that was going around. But I
was a pretty experienced fighter by then. When I was only four weeks old, this new lady came and adopted me. We made lots of trips to the doctor cuz I was still pretty sick. But I just kept fighting on. Soon, the doctors were all amazed at how fast I rebounded, and before long, I was finally in perfect health. I stayed in the house with my new hu-mom and hu-daddy and they spoiled me rotten. But isn’t that what Hu-moms are for? They were always telling everyone how exceptional I was cuz I never tore up stuff like everyone else did. I didn't eat one piece of furniture or chew up any of their shoes or clothes. Shoot, after everything I’d been through, where was I supposed to get the energy? Everybody
else ate at least one of those things when they were little, but
I was the exceptional child. And don’t think I didn’t love every
minute of it. Now that I'm a big girl, I like to be outside with the
guys. We still like to come in and visit, but we have more fun outside
where no one yells at us for jumping on the furniture, investigating
fun-looking gadgets or for playing too rough in the house.
Oh,
did I mention that I go to school now? I
really like Bob (he's my teacher). I would rather just go visit
and play with every-one, but they make me do this stupid stuff like walk
beside Hu-mom, sit, and lay down. It sure would be a lot more fun if
everyone would just let me play. I
can’t understand these humans sometimes and the stuff they want me to
do is just plain dumb. I
try to do what I’m supposed to but it never seems good enough
for anyone. Just
like the other day when they told me to lay down. I dropped like a rock,
stretched out and got good and comfortable, but do you think they
were happy? Nope,
cuz they want me to look like I'm paying attention...yeah, righhhhhhht.
Now why would anyone want to lay down and look alert?
You think they’d be happy I did what they said, but no way. Hu-mom
said I looked like someone shot me. She just keeps mumbling something
about playing dead but I’m seriously starting to wonder who the dumb
one is here! It’s
not easy being a teenager, you know.
When I first started going to school, people hurt my self-esteem
not to mention my feelings cuz they would sort of get between me and
their dogs like they thought I was going to jump them or something. Well,
it didn’t take me too long to train them. Now they laugh at me
and call me the class clown. I disagree. After all I have been through
in my life, I think I'm pretty sophisticated. I rode
a windsurf board when I was little and I’ve gone lots of places and
met many different people. For
a while, I even worked at Hu-mom's office. That is until she fired me.
I really liked being the receptionist and I was even learning how
to use the computer. I
tried to make her understand but parents never listen. She said
some of the older clients were having a hard time outrunning me on their
way to the door. Gee,
all I was doing was trying to make them feel welcome like a good
receptionist should. How was I supposed to know they had trouble
running? Now I’m trying to talk Mom into letting me learn how to
drive. When we go some-where, I try to show her I’m ready for the
responsibility but she calls me a real pain. If
you ask me, parents are the real pain. Why there's no telling how
smart I could be if she
would just quit standing in the way of my education. Well, I guess I
better get back outside and see what everyone is doing. Hu-mom will be
home any minute now and I don't want her to catch me using her computer
again. She
gets so upset at the littlest things. Kiza Thompson
PS: You can see my pictures by clicking here. (Kiza's photos) |
