Hi, there! My name is Zeus, and I’m an American Pitbull Terrier with a story to share. It’s a story of hope, transformation, and gratitude, and it all started when I was 2 years old and living in a shelter.
I don’t remember much about my life before going to the shelter. I know I was born in a litter of puppies, and I had a mother who loved me, but that’s about it. Then, one day, I was separated from my mother and siblings, and I ended up in a strange place, with concrete walls and floors, and cages all around me. There were other dogs barking and whining, and humans walking back and forth, but nobody seemed to notice me. I was scared and confused, and I didn’t know what was going to happen to me.
Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months, and I grew more and more anxious and depressed. I didn’t get much attention from the shelter staff or the visitors, and I missed my mother and siblings. I had a small bed to sleep on and some toys to play with, but I didn’t feel happy or content. I wanted to go outside, run and play, and sniff new smells. I wanted to be loved and cherished, and to have a family of my own.
Then, one day, everything changed. A couple walked into the shelter, and they looked straight at me. They smiled and waved, and I felt a spark of hope. They asked the staff if they could meet me, and they were led to my cage. They kneeled down and talked to me, and I sniffed their hands cautiously. They seemed nice, but I didn’t want to get my hopes up. I had seen many people come and go, and none of them had taken me home.
But these people were different. They spent a lot of time with me, playing fetch, rubbing my belly, and giving me treats. They asked the staff about my history and my behavior, and they didn’t seem to be bothered by my breed or my age. They just wanted to give me a chance. They filled out some paperwork, paid some fees, and took me out of my cage. I was shaking with excitement and fear, but I followed them out of the shelter.
Outside, I saw the world with new eyes. The sun was shining, the grass was green, and the air was fresh. I felt a leash on my collar, and I looked up to see my new Mom and Dad smiling down at me. They hugged me and kissed me, and I felt a rush of happiness. They took me to their car and put me in the back seat, and I looked out the window as we drove away.
My Linn County Animal Control Mugshot
At first, I was nervous and uncertain. I didn’t know what to expect from my new life. But soon, I realized that I had hit the jackpot. My new Mom and Dad were the best humans I could have asked for. They gave me a warm bed to sleep on, a full bowl of food to eat, and plenty of toys and treats to enjoy. They also took me on walks, hikes, and car rides, and introduced me to their friends and family. They trained me to behave well and rewarded me with love and praise. They even took me to the vet regularly and made sure I was healthy and happy.
But the most important thing they gave me was a home. A home where I felt loved, safe, and valued. A home where I could be myself, and not be judged by my breed or my past. A home where I could wag my tail, lick their faces, and sleep as long as I wanted in a comfortable bed finally!