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My name is Klinsi
because me and my sisters Klose and Zidane we actually
were born during the Football World Cup 2006 and that is why you
may find our names somehow familiar. But indeed, we are great
dogs and we love to play as well. However, our story is not as
exciting as the World Cup since we were born somewhere in a
corner of the great city of Bangkok and later left for good.
Although we think of ourselves as real beauties, our previous
owner may have had another idea when he decided to simply put us
all in a dark and frightening plastic bag just to get rid of us.
In the beginning we were actually eight dogs but wait
until you hear the full story. So, he put the plastic bag with
all the dogs in the trunk of his car and drove around the city.
He then stopped just to dump us under another car which was
parked along the road side. The owner of that car somehow heard
us because we were screaming for help and then she grabbed the
plastic bag, opened it and there we were.
Her name is Paporn and after she placed
us safely in the care of a nice lady who already takes care of
some 200 street dogs, she came back the next day and decided to
bring four of us to an animal clinic nearby. Unfortunately, one
of us died the next day and we three had to stay for over ten
days in the intensive care unit. This was
quite exhausting since we obviously had some serious bacterial
and virus infections and as you may imagine: this
was hard for puppies like us. But the
animal clinic cared much about us little ones and our new owners
supported everything necessary to save our lives.
But we finally made it and now we find ourselves in a nice home
together with many cats and dogs. This is
exciting and there is food every day. Of course, in the
beginning there was this daily ritual of medical care since we
still needed some medical follow up. But now we are stronger
now and we started
to play and enjoy ourselves.
We already know that not every dog is so lucky and we would like
to spend a minute or two to remember our siblings who didn’t
make it. We almost died out there and I
actually still dream at night of that
terrible plastic bag experience. But see the
second picture - I grew up and I am quite a proud, healthy and
strong dog now. Nevertheless I remain
very sensitive and need my daily portion of cuddling and
love. But when Thomas hugs me and puts his brow
on mine I feel safe and I know that I and my sisters will never
ever end up in a plastic bag again.
After all, I became a handsome boy
and I love to play in the garden with my sisters. We created
kind of a racing track, dug many holes to sleep in and best of
all: we have our own villa where we sleep during the hot times
of the day and at night. So, we are safe and protected and we
still wonder why someone put such nice dogs like us in a plastic
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