My family brought me home cradled in their arms. They cuddled me and smiled at me and said I was full of charm. They played with me and laughed with me and 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 fought to hold the leash, I'm very proud to say.
These are the things I'll not 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 ones and the new.
The kids and I would grab the rag, for hours we would tug. So I thought I did the right thing when I chew the bedroom rug. They said that 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 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 embarassed to say why. They said I caused an allergy, and then they each kissed me goodbye. If I'd only had some classes, as 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 worker say. Does that mean I have a second chance?
Do I go home today?
-Sandi Thompson |