I was small and had a nervous problem around people. That may be because of the mean kid that threw rocks at me. I stayed with that family for probably three months. I’m not very good with time. I had to sleep outside under a car. It wasn’t very comfortable, and I was lonely. Pretty soon, there wasn’t very much food for me anymore. I had to go from house to house trying to find something to eat. Then one day, I saw a man working on a house in my neighborhood. I saw him eating lunch every day. Eventually, I had to go say, “Hi.”
Hi, my name is Daffy, and this is my story. I was born in March of 2001 in a small town in Georgia. I don’t know what I did, but my family and I were put in a box and put on the side of the road when I was only a few weeks old. Some people picked us up and took us home. They took care of us the best they could but soon realized that they couldn’t take care of us all. So one by one other people came and took away my brothers and sisters. But nobody wanted me.
From that day on I got free lunch and didn’t even have to work that much. All I did was bark at the occasional person walking by. My job lasted about a week and then the job was finished. The man was cleaning up and packing to go home. It started raining hard, and the man was in the house, so I ran to hide under my car. Then, all of a sudden, the man ran from the house and got in his truck to leave. I didn’t know what to do. Should I stay? Should I go to say “goodbye”? Then I saw the man start to drive away. I was so sad and depressed. Then I saw the truck stop. The door opened, and the man whistled for me to get in the truck. I guess he could use my help on another job.
I must have done such a good job that he leaves me at home now to do my job. For doing my job, I get free food, free home, and a great medical plan. I need proper medical since now I am a diabetic. And that’s expensive. I now wonder if my original family may be diabetic or have any other medical problems. Did they get a good home? Are they as happy as I am? Can they afford food and medical? I’d hate to think they had to be given up because no one could take care of them. How sad it must be not to have a family. Or worse yet, have a family then losing it. So I started this place to make sure that I can help any other animal, even a cat if they are in the same situation I was in. A place to help new families afford to stay together. It just took one person to make a difference in my life. Maybe you can be that one person for someone else. Help a new family get together. Help an old family stay together. Give us the opportunity to help keep them together. Just think about it and donate today. And if you see a dog, especially one that looks like me, help him out or bring him by. He may be related to me.