I came into this world in the woods. Which woods? I'm certain it was the Sierra Nevada. The land my family lived on was a near a cross country ski route. My liter was born just before Thanksgiving, there was snow. We were too little to see it at first, but as we began wander, the family let us play in the snow. It was glorious! My mom would roll on her back and we would jump on her, jump on each other, eat snow, make yellow snow and bark. I felt like I had the biggest bark of all my brothers and sisters. The days spent in the snowy yard were the best.
When we were old enough to leave our mom, the family placed a wooden sign at the edge of the property, 'St. Bern Pups for sale'. The skiers using the cross country trail would stop and see us, pet us, hold us. I loved being held.
Slowly my brothers and sisters started disappearing, adopted one by one. In my opinion, I had the best bark, but was the smallest, thus not desirable. Then it was just mom and me. The snow melted and the skiers disappeared, there were fewer and fewer pets and I was too big to hold.
The family put me in the car one day, I had never felt so alone. We went to a place colder than the snow. It was a cement building far from the woods with many barking dogs. The man in the family took me inside. A friendly lady greeted him, "How can I help you today?"
"I live up on the mountain...I just found this saint running in the woods." He lied.
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"Great!" He turned and left.
I was confused, I thought he was my family and now I was alone in a cold place where my bark seemed to fail me. I barked as loud as I knew how, but could not be heard. I used all my might, but was drowned out by a chorus of other barks.
I was no longer for sale.
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