Chapter Two  Boo Berry Tells a Story

We lived in a tiny space.  Just big enough for Momma, my brother, my sister and me.  As we grew older, the space grew smaller.

One day the woman came in grabbed up my sister, my brother and myself and put us in another space next to Momma.

Momma could hear us, and we could hear Momma but we could not see her.  We could smell her.  Which helped.

Momma says it helped her, too.

Momma told us to move as close to the wall as possible, and she would sing us a song. She said she has had this happen to her many, many, many times in her life. Over time, she figured out that if we all got as close to the wall as possible, we could still have contact.

We were able to stay like this for a week or so, then the lady came in, reached down, and took away our brother.

Then the lady came back and took away our Momma. It was just my sister and I left.  We cried and cried and cried until we fell asleep.

The next day, the lady came back and picked up my sister in one hand and me in the other hand, and hauled us to a whole other spot.

On the way to that spot, we saw Momma, she was in a pen outside with a really handsome brown dog.  I yelped at Momma.  She yipped back…calling I LOVE YOU!!! Be good.  I hope we see each other again.  Then she turned and walked back into the wooden house in the back of her new pen.  The really handsome dog stayed outside and just watched all of us.

We were put in different pens.  Not far from Momma, but too far, we could just barely see her if we stood at the corner of our outside pen.

Sometimes we would yip at Momma, and she would yip back, but over time we all stopped.

Being outside was scary.

I didn’t like it. ( I do sorta now, if I’m with someone)

My sister did.  She would hang out outside our wooden hut and sniff the air, and make conversation with the birds and the bugs.

Me—I would lie in the doorway in the sun and sunbathe,  My head out, and my tail inside.  So much safer that way.

My Sister….Callie… and I were good friends.  We talked a lot about what we were seeing…how life looked now without Momma, and just chilled out.

It was when Callie and I had our 9-month birthday that the lady came back and separated us.

NO!!!! I whined NO!!!

First, Callie was put into a pen that looked like the one we saw Momma in, then down the way, around a scrub bush, I was put into the exact same kind of pen.

I crawled inside and took myself to the darkest corner I could find.

This is NOT fun!

Boo Berry Betty—The Name the Lady gave me.