I AM NOW CALLED PRYOR

[Jennifer]

Here is Pierce's story.

My name was Pierce. I was just another homeless dog, like millions of others. Two weeks ago, I had a loving family. I wasn't allowed to go into my family's house but that was okay because it was my job to protect them. For six years I worked very hard at my job because I loved them so much. I played with the three little boys after school, patrolled the yard at night and slept on the front porch. My family shared their tacos and beans with me every night and I was happy. After all, what more could a scruffy ol' slightly portly guy ask for in the world?

Two weeks ago, I watched curiously as my family moved all of their things out of the house. That night, they didn't come home. It was dark and cold on the front porch. I didn't hear the three boys laughing and fighting inside. A feeling of dread and fear began to consume me, as the next day came and the next night fell. No family. No laughter. No light, even in the day. I just laid there on the porch with my chin on my paws. Sometimes a stranger came by and left food and water but I wasn't hungry. It's all I could do to get up and make my way to the gate to do my duty and growl at them.

I don't understand how my family could leave me here alone. I closed my eyes and dreamt about the three boys. I heard their laughter. I feel them stroking the back of my neck. I see big trucks arriving but I don't understand what's happening. They say dogs have a sixth sense. I hope this is not true because I keep feeling that something very ominous is about to happen. I keep seeing my house falling down around me. I don't know what this means. I am still waiting for my family. I am still patrolling my yard. Didn't I do my job right? Is that why my family left me? It's been raining for three days, I'm cold and I'm frightened. Can anybody save me?

(Pierce was abandoned by his family at a run-down house in North Hollywood that is scheduled to be demolished to make way for the Metro Rail. This was where things stood for several days.)

But the Pryors heard about me. It was during a bad rainstorm that someone came and took me to a kennel where I stayed for three weeks. The only good thing about that kennel was that there was no rain -- and no cold. The Pryors have seven dogs and I'm a scrappy motherfucker. You can imagine why. So they needed to find a good place for me to live.

Yesterday they flew me to Kinky Friedman's rescue ranch, Utopia, in beautiful Texas hill country. When Kinky said he would take me in, he changed my name from Pierce to Pryor to give me a new beginning, as he does with all the dogs down here.

Anyway, they picked me up at the airport and took me to the ranch. Here I have my own beautiful pen, with hay to keep me warm, and they told me they would take me to the river to swim and run off-leash when I calm down from my trip and the horrors of the past couple of months. But because of Richard and Jennifer, I have a chance to have a life here in Texas, with Kinky, Nancy and Tony and the other 50 dogs they've taken in.

GUESS WHAT! Piped in music here! We're listening to country right now. Love that Willie Nelson guy -- and Kinky makes me laugh! Had bacon and eggs for breakfast and get a hotdog every hour. Am I alive? Or have I died and gone to HEAVEN?!!!

Who knows, maybe a rich oilman will take me home some day and I can run the ranch and protect it. Just please, Lord, don't let it be George Bush! lol

Picture to follow.

Jenny and Richard, I am so grateful to you and I love you.

Pryor
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[RINKYMOMMA]

Jennifer,
Awwww that is sure a heartwarming story, had tears in my eyes when he was talking about no one returning & he was scared. Glad for people like you Jennifer.

[Jennifer]

RINKYMOMMA,
Dogs have saved me-I am happy to return the favor!

[Jennifer]

Jennifer,
Pulling this up for you Steve!!

[stevenespinosa]

Jennifer, what a great story. You're doing a wonderful thing . . . Steven Espinosa