Eli's+Memoir

**by Eli **
 * Hellhound of Love **

They’re up to it again. They want me to meet another death-monster of theirs. That creepy little rascal will be the death of me. It is evil. It will eat my soul. That’s what I thought when my parents wanted me to meet a dog and potentially adopt it, when I was nine years old, wanted to be accepted, but was not, and coming to terms with the fact that I have autism. At that age, I was terrified of canines.

I’m in the car, shaking with fear and anger. I ask, nervously, how long the ride will be. “One hour, maybe an hour and a half, then we will meet Maggie.”

“What! You must be joking! One hour just to meet a bloodsucking demonic horror- named Maggie!?”

We’re here. Seems like a typical middle-class neighborhood with neat houses. It looks like we’re going to the messy house with baby toys outside. It looks innocent, but they foster demons. I hear a violent bark. I’m scared.

I open the door. I’m greeted by four hellhounds, one bigger than I am. A woman put three of them in a room and keeps the other one of them out. That one is a black dog, with eyes identical to mine. She is wild. She’s jumping like crazy, kissing mom and dad, then trying to knock them over. By the time we left, an hour later, I had softened towards her, though I was still wary.

One week later, the foster family came to our house with Maggie, wanting to see if the environment suited her. The gave the all clear, and we adopted her. By then I loved her, and grew to love all dogs.

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