Once in a while I will see a chained dog which breaks my heart because I believe every dog deserves a loving home. They were created to give us such unconditional love so how can we give back anything less. When I read this, the sadness was overwhelming. Whenever we see a chained dog we must reach out to educate the family to change that dog's life.
All credit goes to BC SPCA for their amazing and heartfelt work helping tethered animals. These are their words:
A Day In The Life Of A Dog
6:30 a.m. Time to wake up! I rouse from my pet bed and plant big, sloppy kisses on Mom and Dad to let them know it’s time to serve me breakfast. They pretend not to like my morning breath, but I know better.
6:31 a.m. Mom reminds me not to jump up on the bed using a really cool technique we learned in obedience class. I’m a pretty good student but sometimes I forget a few of the rules.
6:45 a.m. Mmm. Yummy kibble in a clean bowl, chased by many noisy, messy slurps of fresh water ― I have to keep hydrated for our “walkies.”
7 a.m. It’s time to wake up Dylan for school. We have the same Mom and Dad, but Dylan actually looks like them because he walks with two legs and he doesn’t have fur. He’s one of my favourite people.
7:30 a.m. Dad takes me on our neighbourhood stroll. Down the street is my good friend Smithers and his dad. Smithers is very small and has a weird haircut. They say he is a “toy” breed, which I don’t understand because the only toys I know are a lot more fun to play with than Smithers. Nonetheless, we get along OK ― he sniffs my butt and I sniff his. Then we sniff the trees together to find out what everyone else has been up to.
8:45 a.m. Oh, sweet, sweet nap time!
3:10 p.m. Dylan’s home and I can barely contain my excitement. We play fetch in the back yard for a while, until Dylan announces that he’d better do his homework. Soon, he asks me if I would consider eating his homework so that when he tells his teacher I ate his homework he won’t be lying. I decline. Even though Dylan usually spills food on his homework, it’s not enough to make me want to eat it.
5:30 p.m. Supper time! There is no more pleasing sound than the crash of kibble hitting a bowl. It only takes me about 30 seconds to finish my food and when I’m done, I sit quietly while everyone else finishes their supper. I learned in obedience class that good dogs don’t beg for food (of course, human food that falls from a plate or a lap is fair game).
7 p.m. More walkies. This time, Mom and Dylan join Dad and me at the park. There are a few other dogs here and my heart races when I see Eva, the striking German shepherd/rottweiler mix who lives one street over. We run around like crazy until we are exhausted.
10 p.m. Ahh. A fitful sleep beside Mom and Dad. I hope I remember not to jump up on the bed in the morning.
A day in the life of a back yard dog
6:30 a.m. I can see and hear people moving around in the house but no one comes outside to check on me. They are talking and laughing; I wish I could be with them.
6:30 a.m. I’m hungry and thirsty. I tipped over my food and water bowls last night when I got tangled in my chain. I’m still tangled in my chain.
6:45 a.m. The chain is too tight and it’s cutting into my neck.
8:15 a.m. The people who live in the house are all leaving. I try to run toward them with my tail wagging, hoping they will notice me, but my chain snaps me backward and I fall to the ground. It’s no use.
8:15 a.m. to 2 p.m. I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do with myself. I can’t protect the house from my chain. I don’t have any toys to play with and there are no other dogs to keep me company. Maybe if I bark, someone will show me what to do. I decide to bark all day.
2:30 p.m. A bylaw enforcement officer arrives and posts a notice on the door of the house. He looks pityingly at me. Do I look bad? I know I’m dirty but it’s hard to stay clean when I’m always sitting in dirt. I pace in circles and growl at him because I don’t know what else to do. I growl at other people passing my yard, too.
3:15 p.m. The smallest person from the house has returned. Maybe he will play with me! He does not. I go to the bathroom in the same place I always go, a few feet from my shelter.
5:30 p.m. The rest of the people are home. One of them removes the notice left by the bylaw enforcement officer and yells at me to stop barking. I pace back and forth, confused. 6 p.m. I smell food in the house. I am still hungry and thirsty.
7 p.m. One of the people from the house comes out to see me. He fills my food and water bowls and I am so happy for this attention that I jump up in excitement, spilling both bowls and dirtying his clothes. He scolds me and delares that this behaviour of mine is one of the reasons I am not allowed to live in his house with him.
7:30 p.m. Another lonely night. I dream about being on a chain because it’s all I know.