2018, Mirror Image Edutainment, Alan John Mayer
“Mommy, Mommy, look at the giant Chihuahua” a kid cried out at the check stand at Ralphs.
So many times, I hear: “Oh, what a cute puppy! What kind of dog is he?”
When Pokey (the muttcurr) and I met, on October 14th, 2011, an ignorant person at the kennel had placed a label on the twelve week old puppy: pitbull. How unfortunate, I thought, to have a label placed upon you and be stuck with it for life, unless someone, usually a Savior (the one we all await) steps in. It reminded me of the labels a teacher I once substituted for had placed upon her readers: Rockets, Gliders and Dumptrucks.
LABELS ARE FOR FOOD PRODUCTS.
Pokey began life (incorrectly) labled by a falsely labeled human being. This is not a pitbull, I thought, as he wiggled his butt in my face, and wet the newspapers in the cage. Every time we visited the dog park, people asked the same question
“What kind of dog…
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