The Autobiography of Prince William
Hello, my name is Prince William and this is my life story. I don't remember much of my early years, thank goodness. I think I was in a crate for most of it. I can't stand those things anymore, it reminds me of the days I want to forget. But I digress, The people I met were the mean sort, who hit dogs with brooms and FURNITURE and didn't feed us much, and tried to make me fight, but I wouldn't. They didn't like me because I didn't fight. I found a friend, Rudy, who was a little younger than me and a little smaller, but a pit bull like me, who wouldn't fight either. He was like a little brother. We somehow managed to escape, thank goodness, but our problems were not over because we just couldn't find anything to eat. We traveled for a long time, a very long time. Rudy was getting weaker. He had a really tight collar on, and he couldn't drink or eat very well, so I had to protect him. We ate garbage mostly, and we got so thin, our ribs nearly stuck together. Rudy was fading fast.
But finally our luck turned. We found a back yard where there were some nice children. They thought we were looking a little hungry, so they brought us some cat food. Wow, did we chow that down! Yum! The children told their mom about us, they thought we were "puppies" because we were so thin and small. They named us Prince and Princess, not realizing that Rudy was a boy. They called some "rescue" people who said they would come and get puppies and take us to someone named "savingdogs". But that is how I got the name Prince.
Well a person shows up to get us and her name is J. J took one look at us and felt ill, she could tell we were not puppies, that we were starving dogs. She took that horrible collar off of Rudy right away, and he could finally take a drink of water! We will be forever grateful to J. She took us right to an emergency hospital just for dogs, even though she could tell we weren't puppies. I heard her calling someone named "savingdogs" on the phone and we were so happy that it was still okay for us to come to her house. On the way to the dog hospital, J fed us dog food and that was the yummiest meal I think I will ever remember.
Well we were losing Rudy, they gave him fluids but weren't sure if he would make it. J brought Rudy and I to savingdogs house anyway. I had to check the place out to make sure it was safe. It took me a long time to realize it was okay there. The very first day, I could tell they really cared, they were forcing Rudy to eat because he had given up. He wouldn't lift his head or even try anymore. I tried to lift his spirits and tell him I checked the place out, we weren't in a bad house anymore. He actually believed me, and when the young girl (savingdogs daughter) made him eat, he finally started nibbling on his own and actually stood up. Everyone there cried and clapped, it kinda scared me. I didn't realize they thought Rudy was gonna die. But he didn't.
Well Rudy did gain weight, and went to live at a different house. I got to see him at these things savingdogs called "adoption events". I went to alot, I kinda barked a lot there cause I got so excityed. Finally at one of them, Rudy got adopted. I think he didn't bark so much as me. I was sorry to see him go. I hoped that his person would want me too, but he already had a second dog and didn't need three, and he had a cat, and I thought they were little lions, so I couldn't go. It made me sad, but Rudy's happiness made me happy, too.
I didn't really like those creatures they called "cats" and savingdogs had a couple of them around. Since I was starting to be an "old timer" there, I started to realize that they were not little lions after all, and that they weren't so bad. It took a long time before I started feeling that way, and savingdogs said it made it hard to find me a home. She had lots of puppies there all the time, and I loved them, loved their sweet puppy breath, loved to show them where to lift their legs in the backyard, and loved to teach them how to play with big dogs. I didn't really think I needed to leave savingdogs house at all. I must have helped raise and train at least 50 puppies and taught them how to be a good pit bull.....because many of those puppies were pit bull or part pit bull. And I finally got those little lions trained too (or maybe they trained me, but I digress again).
But savingdogs kept saying I needed a home of my own. She kept taking pictures of me with silly costumes and showing people the photos of me when I was so skinny, especially after I gained all my weight back and they could see I was actually a super-wide-body type, so wide and low to the ground that in fact, I made people giggle. But no one wanted to take me home, I was a little old. It was that PUPPY thing again. But finally when she said I could be described as "good with cats" things might change. And they weren't really so bad....
Finally savingdogs wrote a description of me that she put on that place she called petfinder that finally did the trick. It described how I had been so skinny and treated so mean, and then how no one wanted to adopt me for so long because I wasn't a puppy. They even changed my name to William, or Prince William. But a new person, whose name was A, she didn't WANT a puppy. She had a dog that was a little older and wanted a friend for her, and for her cat. And guess who her dog LOOKED just like? Can you believe it? A female version of me! So A thought I was the CUTEST dog she had ever seen and the silly costumes that savingdogs dressed me up in and the story she wrote made her want to come right over to meet me.
So she did! She only lived a few blocks from savingdogs at the time, so I even got to see them again later (Rudy too). I did miss the puppies a little bit, but I had my new dog friend, Dippity, who became my special girlfriend and best pal, as good a friend as Rudy ever was. We had a huge backyard for me to guard and I kept A, who lived alone with her daughter, very safe. We had several good years together before Dippity passed and they got me a new dog friend to "train" just like I did the puppies.
Dippity and I are together now, we are in heaven watching A and J and savingdogs. We see that they help those skinny dogs and when we see one, we tell them to go to find someone like A or J or savingdogs, they wear little dog halos so you can spot them. Some people throw brooms or furniture at you, but not everyone. There are some people who will help you.
Gosh, just the other day we saw two dogs, real skinny, and made sure they ended up in the path of someone that savingdogs knows....she was wearing a halo and I can't quite catch her name, but I think it is something like LovinLife? Sorry things are a little fuzzy here from heaven and only certain things come in clear. But I could see that picture clearly........and I told those two dogs what the halo meant and where to go. And savingdogs is even talking to their halo friend and telling her about me!
So now you know my life, savingdogs says I'm the foster dog she had for the longest of any (two and a half years). She says I'm proof that if you wait long enough the right home always shows up.
You get over it Sunsaver! Especially with a whack job like me around. 
The final twist to the story and why I post it now is that I told the farmer about "Megan" when I bought the next pig from her. She laughed about it and told me, "Actually his name was Charlie." 
It is a significant sum of money, almost half of what I earn monthly, in addition to mine. I almost fell over when they told me, I literally burst into tears and disconcerted the man when he showed me the amount. 
I went to my daughter's afterwards and she couldn't understand why I was crying instead of jumping for joy.....but it was such a relief to know we will be receiving that extra.....It changes my "salary" from pretty poor to not-so-bad. And we will even receive double the first month because we didn't get it last month while I was eligible. And we will get the "double" payment just in time to buy Trouble's school supplies and a wardrobe for school. 
Did I mention the child had only one pair of pants until we went to the goodwill last week? He is starting High School (freshman year) so I really didn't want to send him to school all rag-eddy. I call him Trouble for good reason and I hope looking nice will help him. He also needs some dentistry we have postponed, so now that can happen too. 
, but still.....
The car he drives has bald tires so that will have to be a priority but other than that, I don't agree with some of his opinions. He has been used to all the money being "his" for awhile now and has to get back to the idea that some of the money earned is "mine" again to make choices with. We also need to work on our well and repair the hole in the bathroom ceiling before winter so we will have to scurry. 
