Gombi
Mixbreed from shelter
Contact Info:
tofalvitekla@gmail.com
About Me:
Education & Training
Hello! I’m Gombi, a new member of the Dogs with a Smile Foundation, who passed the exam in 2018.
My life motto is “From hopelessness to happiness”.
I could have said from hopelessness, but I’m a struggling type.
The first six months of my life are not something I like to look back on, not much good happened to me. Maybe just being born and being a bit of a brat to my mother.
I had to look after myself from a very early age, from a very small dog. I had no owner, no bed, nothing to eat and no vaccinations. It’s a miracle I’m here!
I must have been half a year old, I was very cold on a cold winter Sunday, and I was running around a lot, even jumping up and down to keep from freezing. That must have been why people took notice of me and took me to a place I hadn’t known before. There were so many dogs, all locked in cages. I also noticed that I was locked in an empty cage. Fortunately, the cage was not completely empty, because there was a bowl with dog food I had never seen before, and there was even a little bed in it. I licked the bowl clean, curled up and drifted off to sleep. With a full belly, I dreamed that I was taken away by “loving hands” that always give me food in this bowl. In the morning I woke up to a huge dog barking and realised that no one had taken me anywhere and I was locked in here. The “loving hands” didn’t come for me, but to my delight the bowl didn’t disappear and I was fed again. So I spent my days locked up, but always fed.
Just when I was beginning to get fed up with being cooped up, feeling strong from regular feedings, three cheerful ladies appeared.
They were excited, looking for me. They took me out to a grassy area where they laughed loudly, flapping their palms, one calling me to them, the other calling me. I couldn’t stop running to them. They chirped, they sniffed, they tickled, they even pinched me, they were a joy to be with. Suddenly one of them said, “That’s enough, I think we’ve seen everything, he’s going to be a good puppy!”
Then they drove back to the cage and left. I can’t let this go on, I thought. I have to go after them. From then on I had no place to stay in the cage anymore. I couldn’t sleep, I didn’t even like the food in the bowl. I just lay there, and day after day passed.
One morning, a familiar voice rang in my ears, one of the three women came back with a strange couple. I thought I was contacting the man, the women had tricked me the last time by taking me back to my cage.
The man bent down to me, changed my “treasury” harness to a nice red collar and the same leash. Then the two females appeared, looking very happy, talking about some paperwork they had taken care of.
Miraculously, they didn’t go in the direction of the cage, but in the opposite direction, and took me with them. From further away I heard the dogs barking. The fatter woman took the leash from the man’s hand and I walked with her for a while. Then we headed for a strange box, the more corpulent woman got in, even though I had grown quite fond of her smell, and then the woman I had known for a long time lifted me off the ground, put me in the “loving hands” I had dreamed of on my first night in the Little Woods Dog Shelter. I fell asleep, I didn’t want to wake up, I wanted this miracle to last.
I woke up when the box stopped, but the miracle continued, I got a big brother, an owner, a family. They took me to dog school where I learned a lot, I got to play with a lot of dogs. Then I was taken more and more to children, I loved them even more than dogs. I was sad when they left me at home and took my big white brother instead, because “he’s a smart dog”, they said.
I want to be one of those smart dogs, I thought. Even smarter.
I became as smart as my big brother: because I became a real THERAPY DOG!
My life motto is “From hopelessness to happiness”.
I could have said from hopelessness, but I’m a struggling type.
The first six months of my life are not something I like to look back on, not much good happened to me. Maybe just being born and being a bit of a brat to my mother.
I had to look after myself from a very early age, from a very small dog. I had no owner, no bed, nothing to eat and no vaccinations. It’s a miracle I’m here!
I must have been half a year old, I was very cold on a cold winter Sunday, and I was running around a lot, even jumping up and down to keep from freezing. That must have been why people took notice of me and took me to a place I hadn’t known before. There were so many dogs, all locked in cages. I also noticed that I was locked in an empty cage. Fortunately, the cage was not completely empty, because there was a bowl with dog food I had never seen before, and there was even a little bed in it. I licked the bowl clean, curled up and drifted off to sleep. With a full belly, I dreamed that I was taken away by “loving hands” that always give me food in this bowl. In the morning I woke up to a huge dog barking and realised that no one had taken me anywhere and I was locked in here. The “loving hands” didn’t come for me, but to my delight the bowl didn’t disappear and I was fed again. So I spent my days locked up, but always fed.
Just when I was beginning to get fed up with being cooped up, feeling strong from regular feedings, three cheerful ladies appeared.
They were excited, looking for me. They took me out to a grassy area where they laughed loudly, flapping their palms, one calling me to them, the other calling me. I couldn’t stop running to them. They chirped, they sniffed, they tickled, they even pinched me, they were a joy to be with. Suddenly one of them said, “That’s enough, I think we’ve seen everything, he’s going to be a good puppy!”
Then they drove back to the cage and left. I can’t let this go on, I thought. I have to go after them. From then on I had no place to stay in the cage anymore. I couldn’t sleep, I didn’t even like the food in the bowl. I just lay there, and day after day passed.
One morning, a familiar voice rang in my ears, one of the three women came back with a strange couple. I thought I was contacting the man, the women had tricked me the last time by taking me back to my cage.
The man bent down to me, changed my “treasury” harness to a nice red collar and the same leash. Then the two females appeared, looking very happy, talking about some paperwork they had taken care of.
Miraculously, they didn’t go in the direction of the cage, but in the opposite direction, and took me with them. From further away I heard the dogs barking. The fatter woman took the leash from the man’s hand and I walked with her for a while. Then we headed for a strange box, the more corpulent woman got in, even though I had grown quite fond of her smell, and then the woman I had known for a long time lifted me off the ground, put me in the “loving hands” I had dreamed of on my first night in the Little Woods Dog Shelter. I fell asleep, I didn’t want to wake up, I wanted this miracle to last.
I woke up when the box stopped, but the miracle continued, I got a big brother, an owner, a family. They took me to dog school where I learned a lot, I got to play with a lot of dogs. Then I was taken more and more to children, I loved them even more than dogs. I was sad when they left me at home and took my big white brother instead, because “he’s a smart dog”, they said.
I want to be one of those smart dogs, I thought. Even smarter.
I became as smart as my big brother: because I became a real THERAPY DOG!
