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My family brought me home,
Cradled in their arms.
They cuddled me and smiled at me,
And said I was full of charms.

They played and laughed with me.
They 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 even fought to hold the leash,
I'm very proud to say.

They used to laugh and praise me,
When I played with that old shoe.
But I didn't know the difference,
Between the old one and the new.

The kids and I would grab a rag,
For hours we would tug.
So I thought I did the right thing,
When I chewed the bathroom rug.

They said 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 that 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 embarrassed to say why.
They said I caused an allergy,
And then kissed me goodbye.

If I'd only had some classes,
When I was a little pup.
I wouldn't have been hard to handle,
When I was all grown up.

"You only have one day left,"
I heard the worker say.
Does this mean a second chance?
Do I go home today?

~ Unknown Author ~


"I Adopted Your Dog Today "

I adopted your dog today
The one you left at the pound
The one you had for seven years
and no longer wanted around.

I adopted your dog today
Do you know he's lost weight?
Do you know he's scared and depressed
and has lost all faith?

I adopted your dog today.
he had fleas and a cold,
but don't worry none.
You've unburdened your load.

I adopted your dog today.
Were you having a baby or moving away?
Did you suddenly develop allergies or was there no reason he couldn't stay?

I adopted your dog today.
he doesn't play or eat much
He's very depressed, but
he will learn again to trust.

I adopted your dog today.
And here he will stay.
He's found his forever home
and a warm bed on which to lay.

I adopted your dog today.
And I will give him all that he could need.
Patience, love, security, and understanding.
Hopefully he will forget your selfish deed.

Author Unknown





A fitting Poem for all Death Row Dogs ~

Now that I'm home, bathed, settled and fed,
All nicely tucked in my warm new bed.
I'd like to open my baggage lest I forget

There is so much to carry - So much to regret.

Hmm . . . Yes there it is, right on the top.
Let's unpack Loneliness, Heartache and Loss;
And there by my leash hides Fear and Shame.

As I look on these things I tried so hard to leave –
I still have to unpack my baggage called Pain.
I loved them, the others, the ones who left me,
But I wasn't good enough - for they didn't want me.

Will you add to my baggage?
Will you help me unpack?
Or will you just look at my things -And take me right back? Do you have the time to help me unpack?
To put away my baggage, to never repack?
I pray that you do - I'm so tired you see,
But I do come with baggage –
Will YOU still want ME?

Author Unknown ~


One by One

 One by one, they file past my cage, Too old, too worn, too broken, no way!
Way past his time, he can't run and play...
Then they shake their heads slowly and go on their way

A little old man, arthritic and sore, It seems I am not wanted anymore
I once had a home, I once had a bed, A place that was warm, and where I was fed
Now my muzzle is grey, and my eyes slowly fail, Who wants a dog so old and so frail?

My family decided I didn't belong, I got in their way; my attitude was wrong
Whatever excuse they made in their head, Can't justify how they left me for dead

Now I sit in this cage, where day after day, the younger dogs all get adopted away.
When I had almost come to the end of my rope, You saw my face, and I finally had hope
You saw through the grey and the legs bent with age, And felt that I still had life beyond this cage
You took me home, gave me food and a bed

And shared your own pillow with my poor tired head
We snuggle and play and you talk to me low
You love me so dearly, you want me to know
I may have lived most of my life with another
But you outshine them with a love so much stronger
And I promise to return all the love I can give
To you, my dear person, as long as I live
I may be with you for a week or for years

We will share many smiles, you will no doubt shed tears
And when the time comes that God deems I must leave
I know you will cry and your heart it will grieve
And when I arrive at the Bridge all brand new

My thoughts and my heart will still be with you
And I will brag to all that will hear, Of the person who made my last days
oh, so dear



Ten Commandments for a Responsible Pet Owner
  1. My life is likely to last 10-15 years. Any kind of separation will be very painful to me.
  2. Give me time to understand exactly what you want of me.
  3. Place your trust in me - it is crucial for my well being.
  4. Don't be angry with me for long and don't lock me up as a punishment. You have friends and lots of entertainment and I only have you.
  5. Talk to me. I may not totally understand all your words but I do understand your voice.
  6. Be aware that however you treat me, I will never forget.
  7. Before you hit me, remember that I have teeth that could easily crush the bones in your hand ~ but I choose not to bite.
  8. Before you scold me for being lazy or uncooperative, please ask yourself if something might be bothering me. I may not feel well, may not be getting enough food to eat, I have been out in the sun too long or my heart is just getting weak and old.
  9. Take care of me when I get old and I will take care of you too.
  10. Go with me on my most difficult journeys. Never say "I can't bear to watch" or "let it happen in my absence." Everything is easier for me when you are there.

Remember that I love you more than anyone on this planet


My Foster Dog

My foster dog stinks to high heaven.
I don't know for sure what breed he is.
His eyes are blank and hard.
He won't let me pet him and growls when I reach for him.

He has ragged scars and crusty sores on his skin.
His nails are long and his teeth, which he showed me, are stained.
I sigh. I drove two hours for this.

I carefully maneuver him so that I can stuff him in the crate.
Then I heft the crate and put it in the car.
I am going home with my new foster dog.

At home I leave him in the crate till all the other dogs are in the yard.
I get him out of the crate and ask him if he wants "outside."
As I lead him to the door he hikes his leg on the wall
and shows me his stained teeth again.

When we come in, he goes to the crate because that's
the only safe place he sees.
I offer him food but he won't eat it if I look at him, so I turn my back.
When I come back, the food is gone.

I ask again about "outside."
When we come back, I pat him before I let him in the crate,
he jerks away and runs into the crate to show me his teeth.

The next day I decide I can't stand the stink any longer.
I lead him into the bath with cheese in my hands.
His fear of me is not quite overcome by his longing for the cheese.
And well he should fear me, for I will give him a bath.

After an attempt or two to bail out he is defeated and stands there.
I have bathed four legged bath squirters for more years than he has been alive.
His only defense was a show of his stained teeth,
that did not hold up to a face full of water.

As I wash him, it is almost as if I wash not only the stink and dirt away
but also some of the hardness.
His eyes look full of sadness now.
And he looks completely pitiful as only a soap covered dog can.

I tell him that he will feel better when he is cleaned.
After the soap, the towels are not too bad, so he lets me rub him dry.

I take him outside. He runs for joy.
The joy of not being in the tub and the joy of being clean.

I, the bath giver, am allowed to share the joy.
He comes to me and lets me pet him.

One week later I have a vet bill.
His skin is healing. He likes for me to pet him. I think.
I know what color he will be when his hair grows in.

I have found out he is terrified of other dogs.
So I carefully introduce him to my mildest four legged brat.
It doesn't go well.

Two weeks later a new vet bill for an infection, that
was missed on the first visit.
He plays with the other dogs.

Three weeks later his coat shines, he has gained weight.
He shows his clean teeth when his tongue lolls out
after he plays chase in the yard with the gang.

His eyes are soft and filled with life.
He loves hugs and likes to show off his tricks, if you
have the cheese.
Someone called today and asked about him,
they saw the picture I took the first week.
They asked about his personality, his history, his breed.
They asked if he was pretty.

I asked them lots of questions. I checked up on them.
I prayed.  I said yes.

When they saw him the first time they said
he was the most beautiful dog they had ever seen.

Six months later, I got a call from his new family.
He is wonderful, smart, well behaved, and very loving.

How could someone not want him?
I told them I didn't know.
He is beautiful.
They all are.

Arthu Unknown ~
"Just a Dog"
From time to time, people tell me, "lighten up, it's just a dog,"
or, "that's a lot of money for just a dog."
They don't understand the distance
traveled, the time spent, or the costs involved for "just a dog."
Some of my proudest moments have come about with "just a dog."Many hours have passed and my only company was "just a dog,"
but I did not once feel slighted.
Some of my saddest moments have been brought about by
"just a dog," and in those days of darkness, the gentle touch of "just
a dog" gave me comfort and reason to overcome the day.
If you, too, think it's "just a dog," then you will probably
understand phases like "just a friend," "just a sunrise," or "just a promise."
"Just a dog" brings into my life the very essence of
friendship, trust, and pure unbridled joy.
"Just a dog" brings out the compassion and patience
that make me a better person.
Because of "just a dog" I will rise early, take long walks
and look longingly to the future.
So for me and folks like me, it's not "just a dog" but an embodiment of all the hopes
and dreams of the future, the fond memories of the past, and the pure
joy of the moment.
"Just a dog" brings out what's good in me and
diverts my thoughts away from myself and the worries of the day.
I hope that someday they can understand that it's not "just a dog"
but the thing that gives me humanity and keeps me from being "just a man."
So the next time you hear the phrase "just a dog." just smile,
because they "just don't understand."

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