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DO I GO HOME TODAY ?
My family brought me home,
Cradled in their arms.
They cuddled me and smiled
at me,
And said I was
full of charms.
They played with me,
And laughed with
me.
They showered me with
toys.
I sure do love my family,
Especially the girls
and boys.
The children loved to
feed me,
They gave me special
treats.
They even let me sleep
with them,
All snuggled in the sheets.
I used to go for
walks,
Often several times a
day.
They even fought to hold
the leash,
I'm very proud to say.
These things I can't forget,
A cherished memory.
I now live in the Shelter,
Without my family.
They used to laugh and
praise me,
When I played with that
old shoe.
But I didn't know the
difference,
Between the old one and
the new.
The kids and I would grab
a rag,
For hours we would tug.
So I thought I did the
right thing then,
When I chewed the
bathroom rug.
They said I was out of
control,
And would have to live
outside.
This I did not understand,
Although I tried and
tried.
The walks stopped one
by one,
They said they hadn't
time.
I wish that I could change
things,
I wish I knew my crime.
My life became so lonely,
In the backyard on a chain,
I barked and barked all
day long,
To keep from going insane.
So they brought me to
the shelter,
But were embarrassed
to say why.
They said I caused
an allergy,
And then kissed me good-bye.
If only I'd had some classes,
When I was a little pup.
I wouldn't have been
so hard to handle,
When I was all grown
up.
"You only have one
day left,"
I heard the workers say.
Does this mean a second
chance?
Do I go home today?
One
of the saddest types of irresponsible, heartless owners is the one who
decides to solve his unwanted dog
problem
by dropping his dog off somewhere in the country. I assume the owners go
home and imagine the dogs
cavorting
across the fields, playing happily instead of the true picture of a dog
either killing or being killed by
other
pack animals, being run over over by a car, or dying of hunger, thirst,
or disease.
The
Waiting Dog
by K Flood
A dog sits waiting in
the hot midday sun;
too faithful to
leave, too frightened to run.
He's been there for days
now, with nothing to do
but sit by the roadside
waiting for you.
He can't understand why
you left him that day,
he thought you were stopping
to go with him and play.
He's sure you'll come
back and that's why he stays.
How long can he suffer?
How many more days?
His legs have grown weak,
his throat's parched and dry,
he's sick now from hunger;
he falls with a sigh.
He lays down his head
and he closes his eyes,
Oh, I wish you could
see how your waiting dog dies.
THINK ABOUT IT BEFORE YOU COMMIT TO A LIFE
LONG COMPANION
These are the harsh realities!!
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