The Christmas pup.
The parents, Bill and Mary decided that their children were old enough and responsible enough to have a pup for Christmas – they'd asked for one for so long.. They duly went along to the local pet store and bought what they considered to be the cutest looking little crossbreed. It really was a sweet little puppy – only 8 weeks old.
Christmas morning, the children, Mark, 14, Linda 10, and little Fiona 6, were absolutely delighted. Their very own puppy!
Bill and Mary told the children that they were responsible for the pup. They had to feed it, walk it and generally care for it.
The first few nights were a bit disturbed, but everyone knew that the pup might make a bit of noise at first, so made allowances.
The next few weeks were fine too – the children vied with each other to be the one to feed the pup, or to take it out for it's walk.
None were too keen on cleaning up the inevitable widdles and poops. But they knew that it would get better.
They all enjoyed playing with the pup.
Then the school term resumed.
After several weeks Mark, the 14 year old offered Linda the 10 year old to wash up the dishes each night, as long as she took the pup for a walk. That worked fine – for a couple of days. Then Linda told Fiona that if she took over the pup walking, she would buy her the latest doll she had craved.
Things weren't looking too good for the pup.
Eventually, the pup wasn't being walked. It started to destroy things around the house – chewed the legs of chairs. Took to being a bit of a pest. Pooped all over the house, so it was banished to the backyard.
There it dug up the garden – chewed the hoses to the BBQ. Bill wasn't too happy about that. It was costing him money to replace all of the items destroyed by the pup.
Bill and Mary decided that maybe it wasn't such a good idea to have a pup, so they advertised it for sale. No takers – the pup was now 4 months old. They then decided to take it to the local dog pound. They had to pay a small fee to do that, but they thought it was worth it.
The pup, who was now an adolescent sat in his cage, wondering what on earth he had done? He had been so loved, and now he was abandoned. He'd only done the usual puppy things – hadn't he?
So many people came along – he jumped up at each visit – maybe his people were coming back? Not for him unfortunately.
The people who came along wanted a puppy – not a half grown dog.
After being in the pound for over a month, he was approached by one of the workers – the one that usually fed him. The worker had a strange thing in his hand. He felt the prick of a needle, and he felt quite relaxed. Later, the same person took him to a big building. There, he felt a small prick in his leg this time.
Then he was not here any more. He had been euthanased.
Don't give a pup for Christmas – it's not just for Christmas – it is for a great many years – maybe even for 15 years or more.