Run Goldie Run
I was once a stray dog. Animal shelter picked me up at the Northern part of Quebec in 2013 late spring. I had no one to cuddle up with. No table scraps was for me. It was just me by myself around the natives villages.
I spent days outdoor. Put it this way. I had no shelter. After a bad fight, my paw was deformed. It took me a while to heal. When I was licking my wound, shelter came to rescue. I wasn't sure. I didn't mean to hurt anyone but snarling was my only defence. And they were too strong.
After I was moved to the shelter in Toronto, they kept me in the kennel. I don't remember how many nights I slept on the concrete floor. Many shelter dogs drove me crazy especially those didn't stop talking at night. I desperately wanted out.
One day, my owner John came to check me out. He wasn't sure. His last dog passed away a few months ago. His friend Karim wanted him to consider me. I wish I could speak. PICK ME PICK ME. But I could only cry. Be honest, we spent 30 mins inside the kennel together. We weren't sure we are for each other. A staff walked in. I wasn't sure what they talked about. And they left. My heart was broken. It was sad. It was around 6 pm. They were closing. I heard they put all other dogs back into their "rooms" . But the same staff opened my crate door. I turned around. Karim and John called me. They gave me a name. "GOLDIE" I don't care what it means. But it sounds good. I was so happy. I can't to smell the fresh air again. Without any struggle, they put me in the back seat and drove to the Cherry beach.
I saw the hot sun and a big volume of water in front of me. I am free and I didn't even realize I spent months in the kennel. I started to run toward the lake. When I looked back, all I can see was them. And they shouted Run Goldie Run. Here I go, skinny dipping