It’s not every day that I receive a letter from a dog. Truth is, until today, I have never received a letter from a dog. It should be noted, however, that I am Facebook friends with a cat but that’s another story.
Anyway, I received a letter from Hercules, a dog featured in a story that was published in the Times-News last month, because he still hasn’t found a home.
He can stay at Westbrook Animal Hospital indefinitely, but he spends a lot of time in a kennel, which is less than ideal for a playful pup in need of love, attention and a place to run. I’m fairly sure Hercules dictated the letter to Lorraine Moretti, a Burlington resident who cares a lot about him. Either way, I think it’s a last-ditch effort to see if there is anyone out there who wants to open their heart and home to Hercules.
I wasn’t sure what to do with his letter and decided to publish it here. If you want to give Hercules a home, please call Westbrook Animal Hospital from 11 a.m. to 2:30 p.m. Monday through Friday and 9 a.m. to noon on Saturday at 336-584-9978.
If you do end up adopting Hercules, please contact me, too, at 336-506-3045 or firstname.lastname@example.org. I’d love to do a follow-up story.
Just in case you don’t know, I’m still here at Westbrook (Animal Hospital) waiting for someone to adopt me.
I thought that having Roselee Papandrea tell my story in the paper on May 15th and having it featured on the front page with my picture would have had the phone ringing off the hook here at the vet’s office from people wanting to adopt me. Well, no such luck. Not many people inquired about me and the few who did were not a good fit. So, I’ll just have to stay put until, hopefully, the right someone comes along. There has to be someone out there who would be just right for me and me for them. (Did they not see that big picture of me and how handsome I am?) I do love people, but I guess because I don’t like other dogs or cats is just making it harder for someone to want me.
In a couple of months, I’ll be in this kennel for two years. But I must admit the staff here treats me very nicely. They give me attention when they have time (they do have jobs to do, you know) and treats. I’m sure they feel sorry for me because I haven’t been adopted so I try my best to be cheerful when they visit me and even give some of them some kisses. I’m not complaining. Life here isn’t that bad, but I’m sure being in a home with maybe a fenced-in yard (no kennel, please!) and someone to love me would be lots, lots better. The highlight of my life is when this nice lady comes to take me out for walks, rides in her car and to play fetch. Of course, she gives me treats. She calls me her “Buddy”. (I have a sneaky feeling she wishes that were my name.)
Guess I should just count my blessings and be thankful that I’m able to plant my paws on the ground each morning, have food, water and a roof over my head and get outside for a little bit. I’m sure some of my other canine buddies out there aren’t as fortunate as I am in that way.
So, I’ll keep waiting. I really don’t have a choice now, do I?
Maybe you reading this is that someone I’m waiting for? If not you, maybe someone you know? Please spread the word for me!