Saturday, August 21, 2010
The perils of good looks
Most women glow when complimented and told they are pretty! When I am told how pretty I am I have to admit I smile inside but I know my beauty came at a terrible price!
I spent the better part of my life in a dank and dingy place forced to breed because my captors thought I would make cute puppies. I finally escaped, I don't remember how that happened. All I remember was I was in a lot of pain and was not used to walking so my legs hurt a lot. I was terrified of people and lunged at them. I was all matted with tumors and rotted teeth. No one wanted me and I could not explain to them that I really was a good girl! Thankfully, I was found by Amanda who contacted Hopeful Hearts who got me connected with Karine and Cyril. I was to be 'fostered' but they adopted me and had my tumors removed and my teeth fixed. I was pain free and had a great smile to boot!
That was about two years ago. I am a new dog today, happy, no more pain when I walk, tumor free and I accept people. However whenever I hear "What a beautiful dog" I smile, but I also shudder a little. I was abused because of my pretty face. What is beauty anyways?
Don't get me wrong, I enjoy compliments but compliment me on my behaviour or my calm temperament rather than something so shallow, and in my case do destructive as my 'looks'. If you are thinking of living with a dog, remember we are MUCH more than a pretty face!