Dear Diary, 3/18
Today is the worst day of my life.
Earlier this morning my family left to go somewhere and left me locked in the house by myself. After awhile I really had to go potty but couldn’t get outside to do it like my boy had taught me to. I paced back and forth hoping my boy would show up and take me outside to do my business but he didn’t.
“Please boy come home. Please, I really have to go bad. Please, Please, Please come let me out.” I held it in as long as I could before I went to the door and did my business. I really felt bad about it but I just couldn’t hold it any longer.
A little while later my family got home and came into the house. Big Bag Lady found my mess and yelled for my boy to come clean it up. My boy reached down and patted my head saying that it was ok. Then as he was cleaning it up Truck Man walked in and saw it and yelled: “What the %*&% did that dog do?”
I didn’t know what was being said or going on but I knew it wasn’t good. I could sense that Truck Man was mad at me, so I tucked my tail and tried to hide under the table. Though I didn’t understand the words I heard Big Bag Lady say: “It’s ok honey. Bobby forgot to let her out before we left so.” Then Truck Man yelled: “No it’s not ok!” Cutting Big Bag Lady off. “We are not going to have a %*&% dog that messes in the house.” He continued as he reached under the table and grabbed me.
I was so scared that I started yelping for my boy. Then Truck Man held me in his hands as he bent over. He then wiped my nose in my mess a few times before straightening back up and smacked my backside a couple times as he yelled at me saying something about no dog is going to mess in his house.
I was so scared that I started yelping and trying to get away as all this was going on and I could tell by my boy was trying to stick up for me and convince Truck Man that it wasn’t my fault but Truck Man wasn’t hearing any of it as he stomped out the door carrying me towards the barn.
Once in the barn Truck Man pulled out a piece of rope and tied one end to my collar and the other end of it to a post. Afterwards he started yelling at me again but I was too scared to look up at him. Instead I ran and hid under a workbench that was within reach of my rope. Truck Man yelled some more before he stomped back off towards the house.
I don’t know how long I stayed hidden under the workbench but it soon became dark and cold. After a while I became hungry and thirsty and I missed my boy so much. I was so lonely and scared that I began barking for him to come get me but no one came. Eventually I got tired and did my best to make a little bed for myself in the hay lying around on the floor and eventually went to sleep.
When I woke up the next morning my boy was sitting beside me crying as he petted me and telling me that it will be okay. A short while later Big Bag Lady came up and knelt down beside my boy. She had my water and food bowl with her and placed them down in front of me. I was so thankful for my water and began drinking it as soon as she set it down.
I watched as my boy leaned his head against Big Bag Lady and began crying again as he talked to her. Once again I couldn’t understand what was being said but I sensed that he was pleading for me.
My boy: “Its not right mom. It wasn’t Millie’s fault that she couldn’t get outside to use the bathroom.” Pause. “I don’t know why dad hates her so much. “
Big Bag Lady remained quiet and thoughtful for a moment before saying: Ok Bobby, let her loose. I don’t know how yet, but I will deal with your father.