Homeless Dog


                            Once I was a lonely dog, just looking for a home.
                             I had no place to go, no one to call my own.
                        I wandered up and down the streets, in rain, in heat and snow.
                           I ate whatever I could find, I was always on the go.
                       My skin would itch, my feet were sore, my body ached with pain.
                         And no one stopped to give a pat,  or to gently say my name.
                           I never saw a loving glance, I was always on the run.
                        For people thought that hurting me was really lots of fun.

                         And then one day I heard a voice so gentle, kind and sweet.
                        And arms so soft reached down to me and took me off my feet.
                          "No one again will hurt you", was whispered in my ear.
                        "You'll have a home to call your own  where you will know no fear."
                        "You will be dry, you will be warm, you'll have enough to eat,
                        And rest assured that when you sleep, your dreams will be sweet."

                           I was afraid I must admit, I've lived so long in fear.
                           I can't remember when I let a human come so near.
                         And as she tended to my wounds and bathed and brushed my fur
                        She told me about the rescue group and what it meant to her.

                           She said, We are a circle, a line that never ends.
                          And in the circle there is you, protected by your friends.
                            And all around you are  the ones that check the pounds,
                         And those that share their home after you've been found.
                            And all the other folks  are searching near and far,
                         To find the perfect home for you, where you can be a star.

                          She said, "There is a family, that's waiting patiently,
                         And pretty soon we'll find them, just you wait and see."
                         "And then they'll join our circle, they'll help to make it grow,
                      So there'll be more room for more like you, who have no place to go."

                            I waited very patiently, the days they came and went.
                           Today's the day I thought, my family will be sent.
                         Then just when I began to think it wasn't meant to be,
                       There were people ~ People gazing down at me.
                            I knew in a heart beat,  I could tell they felt it too
                         They said "We have been waiting for a special dog like you."

                          Now every night I say a prayer  to all the gods that be.
                          "Thank you for the life I live and all you've given me."
                         "But most of all protect the dogs in the pound and on the street.
                   And send a special person, to lift them off their feet.

                           ~written by Arlene Pace~



"Just a Stockdog Story"

                                by Gary Bogy

                         Do you remember when I was just a little
                        tyke, and you bought that new colt named Ike?
                           He was the color of new fallen snow,
                             I ran right down to say hello.
                       Then he kicked a mighty blow, he nearly hit me,
                               but I ducked low.

                            I got mad and heeled him hard,
                             we fought all over the yard.
                           And when the storm's end was near,
                              you were pullin' on my ear.
                             Then I knew I done wrong,
                              and sang out a sad song.

                             You said it would be all right,
                               it was just a kid fight.
                           Back then you were just the boss,
                          to a young pup and a green broke hoss.
                           We made the rounds the three of us,
                            gathered stock and lots of dust.

                              That was how it all began,
                            we all became working friends.
                         Remember that steer we penned out west,
                           his horns were longer than the rest.
                          He was aiming to run me through,
                            if it had not been for Ike and you.

                            Dropped a loop around his neck,
                             then I really gave him heck.
                           Then you met that darned old girl,
                              left me and Ike in a swirl.
                          We could not find you for a while,
                         then you brought her home with a smile.

                                She was really neat,
                            I loved to lay there by her feet.
                           One day we got a place of our own,
                             you and her called it home.
                        You remember that brindle bull named Prince,
                           he had you pinned against the fence.

                      I told him to let you go and bit him very hard,
                          he must have kicked me from the yard.
                            Now I found a place to rest,
                          like those mountain meadows out west.
                           But the flowers here stay year round,
                          and nobody ever mentions a dog pound.

                            All the animals here are friends,
                            it's the way it should have been.
                             I sure missed you here at first,
                            and knew it could get no worse.
                             They say it never, never ends,
                          and I keep making more good friends.

                           I wanted you to know I am okay,
                           and I hope to see you here some day.



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