The families dog was bought for a guard,
Chained to a post in a chilly backyard,
Housed in a shed that was airless and dark,
And every few weeks had a run in the park.
When boredom set in with no fun and no work,
One day it broke loose and went quietly berserk.
Pa couldn't fathom just why it went wild,
As it flattened his wife and then bit his child.
The police were called in to sort out the mess,
And the whole sorry tale was revealed by the press,
The Rescue Society was really annoyed,
So, the dog was rehomed--and the owners destroyed.
-Author Unknown
If it were my brother, I'd find an allergist to help him with his
allergies, no matter the cost.
But they tell me: it's just a dog.
If it were my sister, I'd find the best laser eye surgeon so she could
see again, no matter the cost.
But they tell me: it's just a dog.
If it were my mother, I'd hire a staff of oncologists for the cancer
that is stealing her away from me, no matter the cost.
But they tell me: it's just a dog.
If it were my father, I'd find the best orthopedic surgeon to enable
him to walk again, no matter the cost.
But they tell me: it's just a dog.
If it were my husband, I'd hire every medical professional necessary
to put him back together after that terrible accident that almost took
him away, no matter the cost.
But they tell me: it's just a dog.
If it were my child, I wouldn't skimp on dental care, no matter the
cost.
But they tell me: it's just a dog.
If it were my best friend, I would go with her to the doctor, every
day that she needed me to help her through the worst pains in her life,
taking time off work if necessary and putting my own needs aside, no matter
the cost.
But they tell me: it's just a dog.
If any member of my family were dying, at that moment I would pull out
all the stops and do whatever was in my power to save their life, no matter
the cost.
But they tell me: it's just a dog.
Just a dog.
Just my friend.
Just my family.
Please . . . my dog . . no matter the cost.
Written by Nancy Campbell