This is Nova's true story.

Perfect

And this is the end of my Story. My troubles are over and I am at home- Last words from the Book Black Beauty .

Left to fend for my own I didn’t know how I would ever make it. These past couple weeks have been hard. I haven’t found enough food to feed myself. I wish someone would save me. Finally my hero comes on Sunday, it‘s been 4 days sine my last meal. She has a long pole with a rope on the end. She loads me into the back of the truck and takes me for a drive. O how nice it feels to be warm once again. She brings me into a place that smells of thousands of dogs. Dogs who were scared and dogs who were over joyed with happiness. I get checked out by someone in a white coat who says I’m healthy, I‘m just happy to have her petting me. I like her touch it’s warm. As my Hero places me in the cage I lick her hand to tell her thank you, and she says “ We‘ll call you Bridgett“. I like the thought of having a name. I curl up into a ball on the blanket they have given me and fall asleep. The next day me and the puppies across from me begin to chat. They said that 3 of them have already been adopted out and that they are the only two left. I am also told that I am to act playful and anxious to see people when they come. I don’t understand this game, but I play along.

In enters a young girl. I wag my tail and bark as loud as I can me o please me! I will play dress up with you and your dollies, I will lick the tears from your face when you’ve fallen down and scrapped yourself. I once had a little girl, I tell her, I took wonderful care of her, me o please pick me. She walks up to my cage and glances at me. My whole body trembles in anticipation, o please pet me, let me lick your hand I say. Her mom races up behind her and grabs her and pulls her away “Keep away from her, she’s dangerous, she has Pitt Bull in her!“ her mom yells. I’m not dangerous I bark, I just want to play. But her mom doesn’t hear as she walks away quickly, I would have given anything to be a golden or lab or maybe even a border collie. Not to long after she leaves a man walks in. Says he’s looking for a dog for his wife. He walks slowly through all the cages till he comes to mine. He looks at me and says “No, I don’t want a yellow dog, everyone has yellow dogs”. I am saddened by this, I would have given anything to not be yellow. The next day a new litter of puppies comes in, there are 3 this time. When the next person comes in I bark loudly to get her attention. I show her how wonderful I am at wagging my tail when she comes to see me. She takes a look at me and continues walking. She then comes by again and I bark loudly at her and make a playful growl. She says she doesn’t want a dog who makes a lot of noise. I would have given anything to change my behavior, but this is what I was told to do. Many more people come in over the week, each one having an excuses not to adopt me, I don’t want a dog with a wrinkly forehead, I don’t want one with a tail that sits on it’s back, I don’t want one who drools, I don‘t want to deal with an older dogs problems, I want a puppy and the list goes on.

I have been here for a week now and still no one has come for me. It is Friday and almost closing time. A girl who was in here yesterday walks in and looks at the dog 3 cages from me. She says “Hi Onyx, I missed you!” I would have given anything to of had her say “Hi Bridgett, I missed you”. But she’s not here for me, she’s here for Onyx. She looks like a younger two legger, probably in her teens. She begins taking pictures of Onyx. I whine and say “Why doesn’t someone take pictures of me?” She then continues walking down the line of cages, one more cage and she is to mine. My heart begins to beat faster, I want her to pet me, I want her to take me home. She stops at the cage across from me and tells the puppies how cute they are. She then turns to me and Gasp and stares at me. I don’t understand? Why did she gasp? Why is she staring at me that way? Is it that I’m yellow? Am I to loud? Is it that I’m not a puppy? Is it cause my tail flips up? Is it cause of my wrinkles on my forehead? Is it cause I drool? Is it cause I have pitt bull in me? Why doesn’t she like me? Why did she gasp? She then says to the man walking up to my cage and says “Dad, She’s perfect! I want to take her outside and let her run.” Another man comes up and brings a leash with him. Did I hear her right? Did she say I was perfect? It couldn’t have been, she must be mistaking me for another dog. I’m brought outside into a yard they use for people to play with the dogs. After a few minuets of looking me over and pulling my tail, ears and paws to see how I react she looks at the man and then looks at me and says “Hi Bridgett, I’m your new mom”

I’m loaded into a van, I don’t understand. Where am I going? She can’t possibly want ME. She glances back at me and giggles. What is she laughing at? I’m nervous about where we are going. I begin pacing back and forth on the seat. She tells me to calm down. I’ve heard of this, I know what’s happening. There taking me to be put to sleep. I being getting frantic. No I don’t wanna go, please! They stop somewhere she says “Dad are you sure she’ll be ok?” he looks at her and says “Yes” They got Chicken while they were gone. I can smell it. She ripped off some meat off of the bones and passed it back to me I bite her hand I was so anxious to get it. She yelled “Owe” and gives me a stern look. She keeps telling me “Bridgett in the back” and pushing me back. I just want some bones. I finally get up to where the bones are and swallow 3 of them whole before she grabs me and pulls me in to the back. She’s mad, I can tell. There is something weird about her voice. She has some thing in her hand. She raises it to her head and begins talking. She’s probably calling the Shelter and telling them I’m coming back. She glances back at me and I see tears in her eyes. It’s not anger in her voice, it’s worry. She is worried I’m sick. I whine to tell her I’m ok but she doesn’t believe me. She hugs me and tells me never to do anything like that again, and I wont.

We arrive home and I jump on the couch. The man laughs and says, “We’ll that’s definitely hers ”. They sit down to eat some dinner. They place the meal they are preparing on the counter and I jump up on the counter and take some. The man is mad. He is yelling at me. I’m waiting for him to hit me. I’m prepared. He moves his hand towards me and I close my eyes. He grabs my collar gently instead and says “Come on, I think you need to go outside”

It’s now been 6 months since I’ve been here. I no longer jump on the counters or pace in the van. I get to go everywhere with MY girl. I love being able to say my girl and often say it late at night just to hear it. She loves me just as much as I love her. We often have adventures in the back yard, pretending we are in a dog show and I’ve just won first place for being the prettiest dog or that we are free and roaming the fields in search for small game. She is a wonderful 2 leggier. She has changed my name to Nova and calls me her baby often. I lick her hands and face a lot and she loves it. Late at night when there are things in the closet it’s me she calls for to check them out. Me, not a puppy, not a brown dog, not a dog with a un-wrinkly forehead, not a dog with a straight tail, not a dog who can’t bark or growl, not a golden retriever, me, her defender and best friend. Tonight we sit in the living room. As she lays on the couch watching T.V. I sit down beside her on the floor and she looks me in the eyes and she says “Hi Nova, I missed you.” And it is now that I know that I am home.

Written By: Ashley
In the Words of her rescued dog Nova, who will forever be perfect in her eyes.

I am crying like a baby and it is all your fault for writing such a beautiful story. I am so happy Nova is with you.

Thank you. The stroy seems to make everyone cry, lol. Writeing stories is one of my fav activities to do. I've only written 2 stories though and will be starting on one Called "Raising a Puppy for Someone Else" or "Riasing someone elses Puppy" which will tell about me and Breeze and the things we go through and how hard it is to give her up and whats it's like raising a puppy that you know you won't have for it's whole life. I can't wait to start on it!

Ash

Hey you should try to get them published! That story made me cry too. I like reading stories that make me say awwwwwww.

I'm sending that story into Chicken Soup for the dog lovers soul along with this picture...



Ashley

Beautiful story, Ashley....


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Ashley, That is a beautiful story about Nova, It made me cry too... You should send that in for someone to publish it, It's Great!!

I love that story... Such a happy ending!!!

That is great!! Definitely a tear-jerker!

Ashley, let me know if you want us to put your story on the schedule for featuring in the new "Pet Story" section I created.

Yes, I would LOVE that. Only can you use this version..

Perfect

Left to fend for my own I didn’t know how I would ever make it. These past couple weeks have been hard. I haven’t found enough food to feed myself. I wish someone would save me. Finally my hero comes on Sunday, it‘s been 4 days sine my last meal. She has a long pole with a rope on the end. She loads me into the back of the truck and takes me for a drive. O how nice it feels to be warm once again. She brings me into a place that smells of thousands of dogs. Dogs who were scared and dogs who were over joyed with happiness. I get checked out by someone in a white coat who says I’m healthy, I‘m just happy to have her petting me. I like her touch it’s warm. As my Hero places me in the cage I lick her hand to tell her thank you, and she says “ We‘ll call you Bridgett“. I like the thought of having a name. I curl up into a ball on the blanket they have given me and fall asleep. The next day me and the puppies across from me begin to chat. They said that 3 of them have already been adopted out and that they are the only two left. I am also told that I am to act playful and anxious to see people when they come. I don’t understand this game, but I play along.

In enters a young girl. I wag my tail and bark as loud as I can me o please me! I will play dress up with you and your dollies, I will lick the tears from your face when you’ve fallen down and scrapped yourself. I once had a little girl, I tell her, I took wonderful care of her, me o please pick me. She walks up to my cage and glances at me. My whole body trembles in anticipation, o please pet me, let me lick your hand I say. Her mom races up behind her and grabs her and pulls her away “Keep away from her, she’s dangerous, she has Pitt Bull in her!“ her mom yells. I’m not dangerous I bark, I just want to play. But her mom doesn’t hear as she walks away quickly, I would have given anything to be a golden or lab or maybe even a border collie. Not to long after she leaves a man walks in. Says he’s looking for a dog for his wife. He walks slowly through all the cages till he comes to mine. He looks at me and says “No, I don’t want a yellow dog, everyone has yellow dogs”. I am saddened by this, I would have given anything to not be yellow. The next day a new litter of puppies comes in, there are 3 this time. When the next person comes in I bark loudly to get her attention. I show her how wonderful I am at wagging my tail when she comes to see me. She takes a look at me and continues walking. She then comes by again and I bark loudly at her and make a playful growl. She says she doesn’t want a dog who makes a lot of noise. I would have given anything to change my behavior, but this is what I was told to do. Many more people come in over the week, each one having an excuses not to adopt me, I don’t want a dog with a wrinkly forehead, I don’t want one with a tail that sits on it’s back, I don’t want one who drools, I don‘t want to deal with an older dogs problems, I want a puppy and the list goes on.

I have been here for a week now and still no one has come for me. It is Friday and almost closing time. A girl who was in here yesterday walks in and looks at the dog 3 cages from me. She says “Hi Onyx, I missed you!” I would have given anything to of had her say “Hi Bridgett, I missed you”. But she’s not here for me, she’s here for Onyx. She looks like a younger two legger, probably in her teens. She begins taking pictures of Onyx. I whine and say “Why doesn’t someone take pictures of me?” She then continues walking down the line of cages, one more cage and she is to mine. My heart begins to beat faster, I want her to pet me, I want her to take me home. She stops at the cage across from me and tells the puppies how cute they are. She then turns to me and Gasp and stares at me. I don’t understand? Why did she gasp? Why is she staring at me that way? Is it that I’m yellow? Am I to loud? Is it that I’m not a puppy? Is it cause my tail flips up? Is it cause of my wrinkles on my forehead? Is it cause I drool? Is it cause I have pitt bull in me? Why doesn’t she like me? Why did she gasp? She then says to the man walking up to my cage and says “Dad, She’s perfect! I want to take her outside and let her run.” Another man comes up and brings a leash with him. Did I hear her right? Did she say I was perfect? It couldn’t have been, she must be mistaking me for another dog. I’m brought outside into a yard they use for people to play with the dogs. After a few minuets of looking me over and pulling my tail, ears and paws to see how I react she looks at the man and then looks at me and says “Hi Bridgett, I’m your new mom”

I’m loaded into a van, I don’t understand. Where am I going? She can’t possibly want ME. She glances back at me and giggles. What is she laughing at? I’m nervous about where we are going. I begin pacing back and forth on the seat. She tells me to calm down. I’ve heard of this, I know what’s happening. There taking me to be put to sleep. I being getting frantic. No I don’t wanna go, please! They stop somewhere she says “Dad are you sure she’ll be ok?” he looks at her and says “Yes” They got Chicken while they were gone. I can smell it. She ripped off some meat off of the bones and passed it back to me I bite her hand I was so anxious to get it. She yelled “Owe” and gives me a stern look. She keeps telling me “Bridgett in the back” and pushing me back. I just want some bones. I finally get up to where the bones are and swallow 3 of them whole before she grabs me and pulls me in to the back. She’s mad, I can tell. There is something weird about her voice. She has some thing in her hand. She raises it to her head and begins talking. She’s probably calling the Shelter and telling them I’m coming back. She glances back at me and I see tears in her eyes. It’s not anger in her voice, it’s worry. She is worried I’m sick. I whine to tell her I’m ok but she doesn’t believe me. She hugs me and tells me never to do anything like that again, and I wont.

We arrive home and I jump on the couch. The man laughs and says, “We’ll that’s definitely hers ”. They sit down to eat some dinner. They place the meal they are preparing on the counter and I jump up on the counter and take some. The man is mad. He is yelling at me. I’m waiting for him to hit me. I’m prepared. He moves his hand towards me and I close my eyes. He grabs my collar gently instead and says “Come on, I think you need to go outside”

It’s now been 6 months since I’ve been here. I no longer jump on the counters or pace in the van. I get to go everywhere with MY girl. I love being able to say my girl and often say it late at night just to hear it. She loves me just as much as I love her. We often have adventures in the back yard, pretending we are in a dog show and I’ve just won first place for being the prettiest dog or that we are free and roaming the fields in search for small game. She is a wonderful 2 leggier. She has changed my name to Nova and calls me her baby often. I lick her hands and face a lot and she loves it. Late at night when there are things in the closet it’s me she calls for to check them out. Me, not a puppy, not a brown dog, not a dog with a un-wrinkly forehead, not a dog with a straight tail, not a dog who can’t bark or growl, not a golden retriever, me, her defender and best friend. Tonight we sit in the living room. As she lays on the couch watching T.V. I sit down beside her on the floor and she looks me in the eyes and she says “Hi Nova, I missed you.” And it is now that I know that I am home.

Written By: Ashley
In the Words of her rescued dog Nova, who will forever be perfect in her eyes.

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Thanx Primabella!

It would be our pleasure I'll let you know when it's online BTW: That's a beautiful pic

Awwww what a darling sweet story! I'm glad Nova found the perfect home. She is a beautiful dog. I often forget how pits and pit mixes are forgotten or passed over at the shelters. I wish there was a way to educate people and change their thinking about pits.

Glad Nova's safe and sound! She is so precious!

Colleen

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