Don't let this happen to one of Yours.
I was born in the summer a few years ago;
Quite why I was
born I never will know.
Some folks owned
my mother; decided to breed ...
No reason I know
of except for their greed.
I know I was hungry,
I know I was cold
And they sold
me quite early, at just five weeks old.
Owners number
one seemed friendly at first
And life was quite
good, until my bubble burst.
They started to
argue; their marriage split up
And in went the
ad, for sale 4 month pup.
Some more folks
arrived, the next ones in line ...
They treated me
kindly, and life was just fine.
But the master
dropped dead, and she couldn't cope
So they sold me
again as I began to lose hope.
I now had a new
home up in the sky ...
We went up the lift,
fourteen floors high.
The new folks
were kind, but they left me all day.
I was busting
to pee, and had no where to play.
It was boredom,
I think, when I chewed up that chair.
They agreed I
should go, but it just wasn't fair.
The next home
was good and I thought this was it ...
They started to
show, and I won ... well ... a bit.
Then somebody
told them that I had "no bone,"
And in went the
ad, for sale to good home.
The next lot were
dreadful ... they wanted a guard,
But I didn't know
that ... although I tried hard.
One night they
got burgled and I didn't bark,
Tied up in that
shed, alone in the dark.
For four months
I lay in that cold dark shed
With only an old
paper sack for a bed,
A small dish of
water all slimy and green ...
The state I was
in, well, it had to be seen.
I longed for some
help, for an end to the pain,
Then some new
people came, and I went off again.
So now I'm with
rescue, and this home is good!
There are walks
in the country and lots of good food ...
There are kisses
and cuddles to greet me each day
And I dread the
time that they send me away.
But for now here
I stand, skin and bone, on all fours ...
PLEASE!!!
Don't let this happen to any of yours.
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