





A ROTT N CHRISTMAS
T'WAS THE NIGHT BEFORE
CHRISTMAS, AND ALL THRU THE LAND,
ROTTS WATCHED FOR CHIP'S WAGON TO GIVE
SANTA A HAND.
THERE WERE COW HOOFS, AND RAWHIDE,
NEW LEASHES SO STRONG.
BONES, BALLS AND TUG TOY, DISHES AND
KONGS.
WHEN CHIP'S WAGON WAS LOADED, SANTA'S
HELPERS YELLED "THANKS!"
AS THE ROTTIE TOOK OFF MIDST ICE &
SNOWBANKS.
AS HE PASSED OVER CHINA, HIS WAGON
BROKE DOWN,
BUT A HELPFUL GIANT PANDA TOOK HIM
ON INTO TOWN.
ON TO EUROPE AND ASIA, CHIP STARTED
TO TIRE.
HE WISHED HE WERE HOME NEAR A NICE
COZY FIRE.
THE SNOW BECAME BLINDING, HIS EARS
NUMBED WITH COLD.
FROST ON HIS LASHES, OH..HOW BRAVE
AND SO BOLD!
BUT ROTTIES WERE WAITING FOR CHRISTMAS
THIS YEAR,
'THO THE NIGHT WAS SOON ENDING AND
DAYLIGHT WAS NEAR.
MR. CHIP HAS INTEGRITY, HE'S MAJESTIC
AND ROYAL.
HE HAD FINISHED HIS JOB, FOR A ROTTIE
IS LOYAL.
IF YOU WAKE CHRISTMAS MORNING TO A
ROTT N NEW TOY,
SANTA CHIP PAID A VISIT TO BRING CHRISTMAS
JOY.
SO, "MERRY CHRISTMAS ROTTWEILERS WE
THINK YOU'RE ALL GREAT!"
"MR. CHIP ? OH..HE'S HOME FAST ASLEEP
IN HIS CRATE."
jan cooper 1992
A CHRISTMAS RESCUE POEM.
'Tis the night before Christmas and all
through the town,
every shelter is full ~ we are lost but not
found.
Our numbers are hung on our kennels so bare,
we hope every minute that someone will care.
They'll come to adopt us and give us the call,
"come here, Max and Sparkie ~ come fetch your
new ball!"
But now we just sit here and think of the
days.....
we were treated so fondly ~ we had baby ways.
Once we were little, then we grew and we grew
~
now we're no longer young, and we're
no longer new.
So out the back door we were thrown like trash,
they reacted so quickly ~ why were they so
rash?
We "jump on the children," "don't come when
they call",
we "bark when they leave us," "climb over
the wall."
We should have been neutered, we should have
been spayed,
now we suffer the consequence of the error
they made.
If only they'd trained us, if only we knew...
we'd have done what they asked us and worshipped
them, too.
We were left in back yard, or worse ~ left
to roam...
now we're tired and lonely and out of a home.
They dropped us of here and they kissed us
good-by....
"Maybe someone else will give you a try."
So now here we are, all confused and alone....
in a shelter with others who long for a home.
The kind workers come through with a meal
and a pat,
with so many to care for, they can't stay
to chat.
They move to the next kennel, giving each
of us cheer....
we know that they wonder how long we'll be
here.
We lay down to sleep and sweet dreams fill
our heads....
of a home filled with love and our own cozy
beds.
Then we wake to see sad eyes, brimming with
tears ~
our friends filled with emptiness, worry and
fear.
If you can't adopt us and there's no room
at your inn ~
could you help with the bills and fill our
food bin?
We count on your kindness each day of the
year ~
can you give more than hope to everyone here?
Please make a donation to pay for the heat....
and help us get something special to eat.
The shelter that cares for us wants us to
live,
and more of us will, if more people give.





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