09/04/2025
I've been waitin' on a family of my own for about a year now.
Howdy, friend, my name's Pie, and I'm six years old. I may not be the youngest pup in the shelter, but I've got a heart that still believes in second chances, and I reckon it's strong enough to hold a whole lot of love.
I didn't begin my journey here at HSPPR. My story started way out in the country, at a little rural shelter tucked between the quiet roads and open fields. Life was slow out there. Some days, the only sound was the wind whistlin' through the trees and the crickets singin' their songs. A whole day would pass, and not a single person would walk through those doors. And when someone did, their eyes would skip right past me, landing on the tiny pups with wagging tails and shiny new beginnings.
The folks at that shelter were good to me. They gave me food in my bowl, a bed to curl up on, and gentle pats on my head. But as the days turned into months, I found myself starin' at that door a little longer, wonderin' if it would ever open for me. I tried not to let my hope fade, but I'll admit, some nights I'd lay my head down and wonder if maybe no one would ever choose a dog like me.
Then one day, everything changed. They told me I was headed to the big city: Colorado Springs. I can still remember how my tail beat against the kennel walls when I heard the news. I thought, "This is it, Pie. This is your chance. Out there, people are everywhere. Out there, somebody will see you."
And it's true, so many people pass by me every single day now. Families, couples, kids with wide eyes pressing against the glass. I sit tall, I wag my tail, I try my best to let them know, "I'm right here. I've been waitin' for you." But still… they keep walkin'. Some smile, some whisper, some move on to the next kennel. And each time, my heart sinks just a little more. Back in the country, the quiet was lonely, but this kind of quiet, in a place so full of people, cuts deeper than I knew it could.
I'm just a small-town boy dreamin' of simple things. A yard with a tall fence where I can stretch my legs. A canine friend to play alongside, to chase the sun with. A human hand to rest my head against at the end of the day. I love to run, I love to play, but more than all of that, I just want to belong. I want to know what it feels like to finally go home.
That's why I'm writin' this now. I hear there are good-hearted folks out on the internet who help dogs like me find the families we've been waitin' for. Maybe you're not the one who's meant for me, but maybe you know someone who could be. Could you share my story? Could you help me take this last step from wishin' to belongin'?
I can't spend another year watchin' the days slip by and wonderin' what's wrong with me. Deep down, I know I'm not broken. I'm not forgotten. I'm just waitin' for the right heart to find mine. And maybe, with your help, that day will finally come.
With love that won't quit,
Pie 🐾
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