I am not the princess. I am the queen!

Once upon a time in a faraway place not so long ago there was the most adorable puppy that had ever been born. She had perfect eyebrows, a winning personality, and just enough sarcasm to keep her interesting. She knew she was destined for greatness as she was practically perfect already. Hey, this is my story and I will tell it like I want to. My name is Maitri and I am the queen of my castle. Sure it started out a little rough for me. I was born with 10 other puppies to people that didn’t take care of me. Two of my siblings had died from worm infestation. My mom, loves dogs. She saw the situation I was in and thought “what’s one more?” She had chosen two brindle puppies to test out with her other two dogs to see which one would fit into the family. I begged her to let me go with them. She had no interest in me but let me tag along. When the two brindle puppies met my brother and sister they ran from them. I walked right up to my grumpy brother and bit him on his nose. My mom said “Well,I need a dog that can hold her own in a dog pack.” That is how she chose me.
After a few years of being the low dog on the dog pack list tragedy struck. The pet sitter had let me and my sister out and we got onto the hwy. My sister died on impact and I was barely clinging to life. My mom rushed me to the vet. The vet said she needed to put me down. My mom was so devastated about losing her other dog that she said she couldn’t lose two dogs in one day. She took me home and held me and cried for the loss of her one child and the pain I was going through. I had a punctured lung, my leg was beyond repair and my eyes were red. In the middle of the night my mom said “Honey, I am so sorry I did this to you. I am sorry I made you suffer because of my own selfishness. I will take you back to the vet at noon tomorrow and let you go so that you are no longer in pain.” My mom put her shoes on and started to get ready to take me and do one of the hardest things a dog parent has to do. I stood up and looked up at her and said “Well, I can see I am not going to get anymore sympathy for this when is dinner?” Sure I still walk with a profound limp but that is too my advantage. Do you know how many cookies and treats and special treatment a dog gets because they are crippled? Oh yeah I use this for my advantage. I hear those humans say “Oh, that poor puppy.” I start walking with a more profound limp cause I know they will feel so guilty that they will give me a lot of cookies. I don’t care that the vet says I am overweight. I say there is a lot of me to love baby.
I am the queen of my house. I am sarcastic but sweet. In the past I have worked with my mom in Special Education. I love those kids. They can relate to me. They see that I don’t allow my leg to stop me from living. My mom tells them the story of the accident and how determined I was to go hiking, and all the other things a dog wants to do. Usually when I go into the classroom I get a lot of cookies and hugs. They bow down before me and place their heads on my neck.
The other day my brother Boca was featured on this website. It has went to his head. He has been prancing around here telling us all how popular he is. I am sorry but I just can’t have that going on. I am the queen and he is the jester in our family. Everyone thinks he is so cute cause of those goofy looking ears. Well, he may have the ears but I have the limp. If my momma doesn’t stop giving him so much attention I am going to decorate this castle with the garbage that she hasn’t taken out.