Post by admin on Aug 19, 2004 8:07:19 GMT -5
My family brought me home cradled in their arms. They cuddled me and smiled at me and said I was full of charm. They played with me and laughed with me and showered me with toys.
I sure do love my family, especially the little 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! These are the things I'll not forget - acherished memory.
I now live in the shelter - without my family. 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 rug, for hours we would tug. So I thought I did the right thing when I chewed the bedroom rug. They said I was out of control and would have to live outside. This I didn't understand, although I tried and tried!
The walks stopped one by one; they said they hadn't the 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 they each kissed me goodbye. If I'd only had some training as a little pup. I wouldn't have been so hard to handle when I was all grown up.
"You only have one day left", I heard a worker say. Does that mean I have a second chance? Do I go home today?
