Thanks for the comments on Carlos's story.
I"m removing it from the forum, but I hope to put
it into a different format and redistribute it.
I've left the first and final chapters of part one.
Chapter Ten: (On the closing of Part one)
A Short Video Of Carlos:
I mentioned Carlos here before. He passed in Feb of 2009.
What I didn't mention is, apparently, he developed quite the knack
for typing ! He left beyond a rather large document of his life !
Below is chapter one.
I AM CARLOS
I am Carlos. Carlos Tonto Diablo.
My real parents gave me that name when I came to live with them.
I was one and a half years old.
Before that, some people tried to own me. All I remember is they
called me Butch ( AS IF ) and yelled at me because I chewed things
( Hello...it's D-O-G here !).
So they took me and threw me in some bad place and drove away.
I think they were not raised well as pups, I don't know.
The place they took me smelled funny. There were lots of dogs, always barking.
Endless barking. The floor was hard. I was inside, but there was a fence around me.
Dogs came and went, I don't know where they went. I was scared, but I didn't let anyone know.
I was there 5 days when my new parents walked in. They walked up
and down the rows of barking, jumping dogs. I liked them. They were
gentle and quieter than the people that usually came in, and they
didn't have screaming midgets with them ( midgets make me very nervous).
I was sure Dad would like me. Amidst the barking, jumping, and howling, I was on my best behavior.
I stood silently, looking up, waiting for him to notice me. HE DID !
Our eyes met. He didn't look away. Mom walked up and said 'Oh he's a cute little boy'.
Dad put his hand down, and I licked it. I didn't bark. Not once !
Next thing I know, my cage opened, someone put a rope around my neck, and I was outside,
walking with Mom and Dad. I walked slowly and quietly so I wouldn't wear them out.
We stopped by a bench. They talked, and I listened. Another dog came near us.
I did not want him to ruin this for me, so....I lifted my leg and urinated on him !
Mom shouted 'Oh my god'! and Dad simply laughed.
He laughed for a long time as Mom pulled tissue out of her purse to clean the other dog.
I liked the sound of dad's laugh.
They put me back in the cage, and dad said "I'm going home to think about this - I've never owned a dog before".
What's to think about ? People can be odd, I've found.
Two days later, Dad was back. He was smiling and came straight to me and said
"Would you like to go home"? I didn't want to go home. They named me Butch, and were poorly raised people.
Later I found out he meant HIS home.
Some person came up to dad and said. 'He's lucky - this is day seven, we can only hold them for seven days'
Dad looked at him and said " I know ". I don't know what that meant, but Dad looked very funny at that moment.
Like he was choking on a rawhide bone.
Dad put the rope around my neck, and walked me outside. We got into a little truck. It was WONDERFUL.
I stood on the seat and looked around as the truck zoomed away. Dad rolled down the window and the wind rushed by me.
There were so many scents, so many sounds. I LOVED IT ! ( I loved riding in cars, LOVED it for my whole life).
We stopped and got out, and dad took me inside a strange building. The floor was soft like a pillow.
There were two cats laying on a big pillow, but they were sleeping. I ignored them (of course).
Dad took my to another door that led outside, and said 'This is your NEW home'. It was a small yard with a wood fence
and a tiny dog house. I walked under a little tree and laid down. It was hot, but it felt good to lay in the dirt.
I slept for hours.
I woke up, and Dad came outside with Mom. They stood over me asking how I was, how I liked it here. I told them it was ok.
I ate, I slept, the night came, and I actually slept outside all night. The moon was overhead, the night was cool and quiet.
I liked it. Dad snuck around the house and spied on me sleeping under the moonlight. I knew he was there, but
I didn't want to ruin it for him, so I layed and pretended I was sleeping. He laughed and I sighed.
I slept there for two or three nights. Mom and Dad would say 'Sleep well, we'd love to bring you inside, but...."
the rest I didn't understand.
One day, I heard Dad talking to Mom ( I have really keen hearing ).
He was saying 'C'mon, lets just let him come inside for a little bit. It's really hot outside'.
I went inside. Guess what ? I never slept outside again ! NEVER. Day after day went by, and I never slept outside.
I know I have wolf in me, Dad told me this, but, to be honest, I didn't care about that.
I knew it was cool and quiet inside, and everything was soft.
And that's where Mom And Dad spent their time. AND there was an endless supply of FOOD !
Everywhere I turned I smelled food.
It was 1992 (Dad told me), and I was HOME !
Of course, there was still the matter of the two cats.....
Carlos Tonto Diablo, a very good dog. circa 2006