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Christmas through the eyes of Dream

Christmas through the eyes of Dream

The first 8 weeks in my life were critical, so my daddy tells me! My story started in Dublin City centre, where I was the last puppy born into a litter of ten. My mammy was a Staffy, and daddy was a Boxer breed.  We were all different colours, Josh my brother was brindle, Sally my sister was fawn, and I’m mainly black with white socks and face. A little kid one day asked me “ did you fall into a tin of paint little doggy”!? We grew up in a small house and unfortunately the owner Paul, lost his home when his circumstances became very tough. He was a decent man to us, but his money ran out and he then stopped looking after himself. My mammy was rearing all ten of us, and she needed a lot of nutrition to feed us, and we all really liked our food a lot! One day when Paul went to a drop in centre, he told the vet who works there that he could no longer look after my mammy and all of us. The vet said he would help him, and after 2 weeks we all had new homes. We didn’t even have to go into a rescue centre and and went straight to wonderful loving homes where we are so well looked after.

For the first 8 weeks, I lived around people coming and going. Everyday, adults & children came to rub me and tell me what a beautiful puppy I am. I saw so many new faces over the weeks that after a while I didn’t see what all the fuss was about, and thought “these humans aren’t the worst”. They even brought me for short drives to the local shops, where I always tried to grab food from the bottom shelves. At first, I used to drool a lot and even got sick in the car once. The more my new mammy and daddy brought me in the car for short drives made me better, and after a few weeks I loved my drives. I even now think they should invent cars for doggies to drive!

When I was eight weeks old, I got my first vaccination which is very important for puppies like me. It protects us from picking up diseases which could kill us. My friend Larry the greyhound told me that his cousin Pebbles didn’t get a vaccine as a puppy, and was so ill he had to spend 3 weeks on intravenous fluids in the vets clinic, and was lucky to survive. I then got my booster injection 2 weeks after, so that was me done for the year, yippee no more needles (or so I thought)!!