11/11/2025
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Moss’s Story
If Only They Knew
Hi. My name’s Moss. I’m a spaniel, a working one, they say. I don’t really know what that means, but I do know I was born to sniff, to search, to be fascinated by the flutter of wings through the air.
When I was little, everything was easy. My family loved me. I was cute, soft, and everyone laughed when I stumbled over my own paws. They called me a good boy all the time. I didn’t really have to think, I just had to be adorable, and I was.
But then something changed. Around six months old, this feeling started to grow inside me. It was like the earth itself was calling my nose. Every scent, every rustle in the bushes…it set my heart racing. I had to find it, follow it, flush it out. It wasn’t mischief. It was something deep, something I couldn’t ignore.
But nobody told me what I was supposed to do with those smells, or with the birds that darted out of the hedges. Nobody showed me how to use the gift that was burning inside me. I tried to figure it out myself, running, chasing, sniffing harder and harder…but it only got me into trouble. I didn’t understand why. Why couldn’t I do this? Why were they angry? This was what my whole body was screaming at me to do.
And then… it all stopped.
No more running. No more fields. No more birds. Just a lead. Tight and short. Walks where I could only smell the same old ground over and over again. My tail still wagged..I wanted to be good but something inside me was shouting, “Let me work! Let me be who I am!” But they didn’t hear that voice. They only saw a “naughty” dog.
I started stealing things, chewing things, jumping up, barking too much. I didn’t want to ..I was just so full of energy and nowhere to put it. They got frustrated. I got frustrated. The house didn’t feel so happy anymore.
Then one day, everything changed again. They were really angry with me, I don’t even know why. I heard loud voices, felt the tension in the air. Then I was bundled into the car.I thought maybe we were going for a walk. But when we stopped, it wasn’t anywhere I knew.
They took me inside and handed my lead to a strange lady. She smelled kind, but different, not like home. I looked up at my family, waiting for them to say goodbye, but they didn’t even look back. The strange lady led me away, down a corridor that echoed with barking.
She opened a door and took me into a small room. It was quiet and cold. She unclipped my lead, said something softly, and left. I waited by the door, listening for the sound of my family’s voices. But they never came back.
I didn’t understand. What had I done wrong? Why didn’t they want me anymore?
If only my mum and dad knew… I wasn’t being bad. I was just lost. I was just trying to do what I was born to do.
Sometimes, when I’m lying quietly in this room, I remember those days in the fields, the birds, the smells, the wind in my ears. I dream about running, working, doing the thing I was made for.
If only my mum and dad knew… I’m not a bad dog. I’m just a dog who needs a job.
This is the reality for SO many young working spaniels 😔
Please do your research before bringing home that cute Working Spaniel puppy 😔
