First, an introduction. A long time ago, thirteen and a half years ago in fact, in a makeshift pen at a place called PetSmart, my furever family found me. I was terrified, hunched over and quivering, the numerous loud barks piercing my ears. A soft voice called to me but I ignored it. So much was going on around me I wasn’t even sure this person was speaking to me.
My siblings and mama were gone and I was the only one left from my family in this strange place, surrounded by all these other dogs. I wasn’t even sure of my name. I thought my name was Daphne, but some people at the shelter were calling me Stain. Confused and scared, I withdrew.
Hardly anyone stopped by my pen to look at me. I gave up. Other dogs bullied me because I was small and timid.
As it turns out, that soft voice was talking to me. This person was there with a young boy and a man. They talked sweetly to me and petted me, but I was still scared. Before I knew it I was leaving with these strangers. I didn’t know where I was going, but they bought me a collar and leash, toys, food and a soft pet bed.
I was too scared to walk so the people put me in the cart. I hurdled out onto the floor with a thud. The woman picked me up and held me until left the store.
We arrived at a small house and went inside. I found a spot on the soft sofa and stayed there. I had no appetite and didn’t want to move.
Bless their hearts! They tried to get me to eat. No, thank you. They took me outside to potty. I don’t think so… I preferred my spot on the comfy sofa. And there I stayed for a very long time.
After a while I realized they wanted me to be part of the family. They called me Daphne, which I liked much better than “Stain.” I hadn’t had a real family since my owner took my dad and left my mama and my brothers and sisters locked in the back yard to fend for ourselves. I wasn’t scared any longer. Excited to play with the boy called Juston and his friend, Cody, I sprinted around and around the yard dodging, ducking, dipping, diving and dodging. It was heaven.
My new family scratched my hiney and fed me delicious food. I didn’t have to dig for grubs or eat other bugs any more. I was warm, fed, and I was loved. So this is what it was like to be part of a family.
So how did I become known as Ouiser? It’s one of many nicknames my new family bestowed upon me. Names such as Daphne Doo, Little Weezy, Weezer, Whiner D, Whiny Weez, Weezy Weez, and Weezery Deezery. My new mama is a huge fan of this movie called Steel Magnolias. I don’t know much about it, but she’s watched it many times. There is a character named Ouiser and somehow she started calling me by the same name and I like it.
Until next time, dear readers!
“Home is people. Not a place. If you go back there after the people are gone, then all you can see is what is not there any more.”
― Robin Hobb