EXCERPT FROM "Diary Of A Displaced Dog / Millie's Story"

Dear Diary,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       June 11

My boy is holding me in his lap in the pickup truck as we are driving out in the country somewhere. I don’t know where we are going. No one is speaking and my boy is crying quietly so Truck Man won’t yell at him. 
My boy suddenly breaks the silence. I can’t understand the words but I can feel the tension in the air and I know everyone is sad. 

My boy: “Please Momma, don’t make me leave her.”

Big Bag Lady: “Honey, I told you that we can’t take Millie with us. My sister is allergic to dog fur."

My boy: “Please Momma. Lets go somewhere else then. Please don’t make me leave her.

Big Bag Lady: “Honey, we aren’t just leaving her. Remember we are taking her to a man who raises hunting dogs. He has a lot of friends and promised to find a good home for her."

Truck Man: “Bobby, its time you stop your whining. We can’t take your dog with us. End of story!” 

My boy begins quietly crying again. I feel so bad for him. I wish I knew what was happening and if there was anything I could do to make everything better. 

A little bit later we pull up to an old farmhouse that looks like it is about to fall down. I recall thinking surely no one would live here. As we get out of the truck I can hear a lot of dogs barking from the behind the house. 

We all stood around the truck for a few minutes before my boy said something about maybe no one being home. About that same time the front door to the falling house opens and a very tall and old looking man comes out. He lights a cigarette as he walks up to us. 

Everything happened so fast the next few minutes that I couldn’t keep up with it all. I do recall Truck Man began talking to Cigarette Man and my boy started crying hard again. Big Bag Lady knelt down in front of my boy and started whispering in his ear. 

I couldn’t understand the words but I somehow knew that it had to do with me. “Everything is going to be ok. He is going to take good care of her. She will soon have a very good home with another little boy that is going to play with her and teach her new tricks. She is going to be fine.“ 

Before I could grasp all this Truck Man came over and took my leash from my boy’s hand and handed it to Cigarette Man. He then yelled for my boy to get into the truck. I suddenly became very scared and started barking for my boy and tried to run back to the truck but Cigarette Man had a good grasp on my leash and I didn’t make it very far. Truck Man saw this and apologized to Cigarette Man before saying: “Come on honey, let’s go.” 

I then stood and watched as my boy disappeared in the dust as the truck drove back down the road. I barked and barked for my boy to come back. "Please don’t leave me here. Please come back and get me. I will be a good dog, I promise. Please boy. Come back!!!"