Today, Maddie is taking me to the market.
Neither of us like the market but we go there for dog snacks, people food, and Maddie’s sewing lesson.
Maddie doesn’t like the market because when the smell of fish, chicken, and goat get mixed together it makes her gag. Mostly we avoid that section and go straight to Señora Louisa’s sewing shop or Señor Edgar’s cheese shop.
I like the cheese shop best. In fact, the only thing I like better than cheese, cheese bones or cheese chews, is Maddie.
Maddie’s my hero. She rescued me from a dog’s life on the street.
My first people took me to the market, tied me to a bench frame and never came back. That’s why I don’t like the market.
I was scared. I had no food, no water, no safe place to sleep or even to hide from other dogs or shopkeepers who tried to chase you away if you didn’t have a collar or were tied to a bench.
Lucky for me, Señor Edgar saw me. He hid me in his cheese shop until the perfect people to be my next family came along.
Now I live with Maddie and her grandmother GG, our parents, and Victor and Même who moved to Lima from Paris, France to live with us because Grandma Même has the forgetting disease.
Usually, I am very brave and curious but when it comes to the market, I get all twitchy and whiny.
Maddie tries her best to comfort me. She sings and whispers softly in my ear. I listen but as soon as she stops I remember I don’t like the market – expect for the cheese and Señor Edgar.
The best solution Maddie came up with was to turn her old school bag into a carrier pack for me! Maddie is real good with making old stuff fresh and funky. Maddily Modified,’ she calls it.
Maddie cut a big square in the top of her bag and replaced the old fabric with mesh. She made two more mesh windows on the sides so I can see out and get fresh air.
I feel safe in my transporter bag with Maddie.
As Maddie and I get closer to the market we hear a shop keeper yelling. We can see him jabbing his broom at something or someone. When a dog yelps, I bark and Maddie shouts ‘he’s just hungry.’
“He is a bad dog,” the shop keeper shouts back.
“Why can’t you give him something to eat?” Maddie asks.
“I don’t feed strays!” he says, turning his back on us and walking back into the market.
Street dogs make Maddie and me, mad and sad.
She is mad because someone abandoned them. She remembers how scared I was when she first saw me hiding under Señor Edgar’s cheese cooler.
She is sad because she knows bad things can happen to them if they aren’t rescued.
Once Maddie finishes the new raincoat and boots she is making for me, we are going to have a protest. We made signs that read don’t abandon dogs and dogs matter too. Maddie writes the words then I put the paw prints on the sign.
Not everyone gets a good family like I have but I wish they could because dogs need love and care just like people do . . . cat, guinea pigs, even snakes too.
Please don’t abandon your dog. We also get scared and hungry when we are alone.
If you can’t afford to take care of your dog anymore, please find someone to love them