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 By Ken Hughes Mar. 16, 2006 This is a true story sort of, only slightly embellished. My name is Sadie, I’m a dog. Not just any dog I was raised by one of Americas most prominent Ladies. I would tell you her name but I’ve been sworn to secrecy never to revel any of the family secrets. Growing up in the Xxxxx household had its advantages, I was pampered beyond belief. bathed regularly, brushed daily, I dined on filets, drank distilled bottled water. A staff member was paid to do nothing more than pay attention to us Dogs. My collars were of the finest Italian leathers. Other than the two other bitches in the house my life was as near perfect as anyone could expect. One morning I came down for breakfast only to discover Mrs. Xxxxx had passed away in the night. There was a lot of speculation by the staff as to what there future would be. I wasn’t worried I’d heard how eccentric widows always left their fortunes to their pets. I was sure I’d be sharing a couple of billion dollars with those other two bitches. My rude awakening came when the family chuffer put me in the back of the limonene and rushed me off to a place I wouldn’t normally be caught dead in. It wasn’t really that bad it was just so middle class. I was greeted by a midget who I later discovered was a seven year old girl. Not being a screamer I curled up in a corner and pouted for a week. The food looked like dried up chicken bones, the water had just as well came from the toilet. And that damned midget couldn’t keep her hands off me. Time passed and I got very hungry and thirsty. I decided there would be no inheritance and I better make the best of this place. I’ve accepted the midget as a friend and as for the rest of the family I guess their OK. There’s this one goofy old bastard they call Uncle Ken. It’s always cool to watch the midget wrap this guy around her little finger. She can make him do about anything. The new family owns a small retail store and rather than pay baby sitters they set up a small office for the midget. She has her own computer set-up and other toys and best of all she and I get to stay with the family. I don’t have to stay home with the other two mongrel dogs they have. Now that I’ve become accustomed to my new surroundings knowing how the other half lives isn’t really all that bad. There’re times when I miss being pampered rather than being mauled. What the hell I could be homeless chasing rabbits in the park. I’ve grown to love the midget and all of her weird relatives. I think they like me at least they act like it. I’ve resolved myself to the fact it’s stay here or go too the dog orphanage. Man what a choice. ------------ About the author: Ken Hughes is a retired businessman, who’s traveled extensively, observed much and learned much. His interests are writing and politics. Mr. Hughes is a conservative Republican who’s willing to share views from both sides of the political spectrum. At age 75 he feels he still has something to contribute. Email: ken-hughes@comcast.net Comment on this article here! ------------ All articles are EXCLUSIVE to Useless-Knowledge.com and are not allowed to be posted on other websites. ARTICLE THIEVES WILL BE PROSECUTED! |
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