Fanta, a brindle Staffordshire bull terrier (staffy), lying on a red couch. Caption reads: "This is my worried face."

Abandoned by Fantasia Dog

I’m an abandoned dog. At least I was abandoned. I’m not now, but I was.

I knew it was going to happen. If you look at the photo, you can see me wearing my worried expression. I was worried, because the human was putting on some of her “going out without the dog” clothes. I knew she was going to abandon me.

I watched her put on clothes and shoes she wears to go places without me, and I just knew that was what she was going to do.

She gave me breakfast, and she sent me outside for a wee. She locked up the bedroom to keep the pillows under control. Pillows just explode when she’s away. (They clearly don’t like her going away either.)

I know this routine. It all means I’m going to be a neglect, abandoned, dog.

She turned on the tv so I would have voices talking to me, and gave me my dental stick early. Then she and the upstairs human locked up the house and left.

I was all alone. Well alone with Princess and Bumpy Cat, but basically alone. I was abandoned.

They were gone a very very long time.

When they did finally come back, the human gave me my dinner, but said she was too tired, and hurting too much, for our walk.

So I was abandoned and left all alone, and then I missed out on my walk.

I definitely did make sure my human knew how upset I was. I jumped on her and demanded, and she just complained about how much she was hurting.

The next day, she stayed home, the way she’s supposed to, and took me for my walk, but that doesn’t make up for the day she went out.

There ought to be a law. Humans should not be allowed to go out without their dogs. They should stay home all the time, and they should never get too tired and sore to go for walks.

Photo of Fanta, a brindle Staffordshire bull terrier (Staffie) on a red couch, "smiling" at the camera.

Fantasia Dog

Fanta is a graduate of the Animal Welfare League Qld shelter, where she was known as Fantasia. On arrival at her forever home, her full name was declared too pretentious, and she became known as Fanta. Occasionally, when she emits noxious gases, she is known as Fartica or Fartica the Hellhound. She likes walks, playing, eating, more eating, and cats when they don’t bite her ears. She dislikes baths, cats when they do bite her ears, and dogs who bark at her when she’s out walking. Although she owns approximately a zillion toys, she only likes to play with Bear, Crocodile and Elephant.

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By Iris Carden

Iris Carden is an Australian indie author, mother, grandmother, and chronic illness patient. On good days, she writes. Because of the unpredictability of her health, she writes on an indie basis, not trying to meet deadlines. She lives on a disability support pension now, but her ultimate dream is to earn her own living from her writing.

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