Personal Narrative: I Ain T All Dog

I ain’t all dog. And I ain’t all city.
Luther – he’s the one they call “daddy” in the family. He’s the one responsible for me being here warm and safe. Last winter, he and his buddies brought me back from a hunting trip when they found me stuck in a beaver trap – shivering and almost dead. Fortunately it was mostly fur that was caught in that trap so I wasn’t much injured – just hungry and weak. Taking pity, I guess, they threw me in the back of a pickup truck along a bushy evergreen tree and so here I am.
Luther is daddy but he’s no alpha. That title goes to Mother – she’s the one that controls the food and the living things that eat and sleep in this house including the rest of the high-animals (the humans); also, the plants, the tropical fist, a full-blooded dog named Ramsey -- and me. Mother is my protector. I’m only confident and tail-waggy when she’s around which, thankfully, is most of the time. Otherwise, I literally keep a low profile. …show more content…
But, not so. He regards me as a freak. He’s never bother to make friends or even sniff my butt to say hello. You see, I’m part wolf – that’s what I meant when I said I ain’t all dog. My bitch mother carried on with a wolf pack on the edge of the city and that’s how me and my thirteen siblings were born. Only I caught in that trap. Ramsey’s refined nose must be able to wolfish beginnings and so I think that’s why he looks down on me. Also, he’s a handsome breed -- smooth with a light brown coat and a white lightning bolt below his neck – like a super hero. I, on the other hand, am grayish-black with scruffy fur like long sharp wires and, add to that, I have gawky legs and huge hairy ears. I’m the villain type. Ramsey gets petted all the time – such an ass-kissing performer. No one ever pets me. But I’d probably snapped their fingers if they tried. It’s my