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Tail Tales
Dushi-Aruba
Hi, my name is Dushi-Aruba and I want to
tell you about my "rags to riches" story.
My hard life started on April 1st, 2004. That was when I was born and left on the streets struggling to survive. As a street dog in Aruba, you are to fend for yourself. See we are overpopulated here on the island with many dogs and cats that we all cannot be saved.
Aruba has many great organizations trying to help the stray population but it is very overwhelming.
The day every dog dreams about was on July 15, 2005. After 15 long months of torture and hunger pains, I found my new family. I woke up on this Friday morning like normal I had hunger pains and I was trying to find some garbage to eat until I spotted this car.
This car pulled up to my favorite house. (I call this my favorite house because every person who has stayed there so far has fed me.) The two American girls who hopped out of the car look exhausted but they still gave me attention. Before I knew it, I was getting fed daily and receiving tons of love. I was never so happy! My prayers have been answered; I finally knew what a family was all about. They had friends over and everyone treated me so well.
I dreamed this would never end, but the way I was dreading came. I saw SUITCASES so I knew my 3-course meal was over. I was so sad, I ran away for a few hours. I did not want to say goodbye. Can you believe my new mom went around looking for me; she must have looked funny screaming "Dushi-Aruba" out of a car window.
I decided to fight my fear of loneliness and say goodbye, but to my surprise, they wanted me to go home with them to America. They gave me some funny medicine and promised they would be around when I woke up. It was a little weird going to the airport in Aruba and I was a little scared so they gave me little more medicine and I was off to la-la land. When I woke up, I was in New York. I have to say that was the best 5 ½ hours of sleep.
I was soon reunited with the familiar faces of my family.
It was so nice to say that word; family. When we got home, I was amazed they let me in the house (I mean our house now). I could not believe my eyes, there were toys, food, bones and even couches to rest on. "Did I go to doggy heaven?", I thought. This is what a family is like and I had been missing this for so many months.
This is the great life. I have more to tell you.. When I arrived at home there was another dog there, his name is Mocha, he is cool but nothing like my crew in Aruba. He is much bigger than me, I don't know what they fed him but he was HUGE. They also had 2 cats at that time and guess what, I get along with them. HA HA, I surprised you, I guess you would never have thought a street dog could get along with cats.
My mommy is so nice; she even rescued a street cat from the Bronx. I will never forget my hometown of Aruba, my heart will always be there, but now I am in American and loving it. I am going to be working hard soon, my mom thinks I will be great as a therapy dog. I am not sure what that means, but hey it sounds good and if I can add a smile to someone's face then I know I did a good job. I really want you to know that whenever you are feeling down, think of me. The two angels that rescued me answered the stray dog prayer, I thank god for them everyday!! Oh and I forgot to tell you, my name Dushi means "sweetie" in Papiamento, the language spoken on the one happy island of Aruba.
**I would love to add more doggie friends to my dogster.com page so visit it, my page is called Dushi-Aruba Vokes and become my friend!
