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My family brought me home,
and I was cradled in their arms.
They cuddled and they smiled at me, and said
I was full of charms.
They played with me, and laughed with me,
and showered me with toys.
I sure do love my family, especially the
little girl and boys.
The children love to feed me, they give me
special treats.
They even let me sleep with them, all
tangled in the sheets.
These were things I won't forget: my
cherished memory.
Because I'm now at the shelter, without my
family.
My walks stopped slowly, one-by-one; they
said they had no time.
I wish that I could change things - I wish I
knew my crime!
They used to laugh and praise me when I
played with their old shoe.
But how could I know the difference between
the old one and the new?
The kids and I would grab a old towel, and
for hours we would tug.
So I thought that they'd enjoy it when I
chewed on the hallway rug.
They said I could not be controlled, that
I'd have to live outside.
I could not understand their anger, although
I tried and tried!
My life became so lonely in their backyard
on a chain.
So all day long I barked and barked, to keep
from going insane.
So they hauled me to the shelter, but were
embarrassed to say why.
They said I "caused an allergy", and quickly
said goodbye.
If I'd only had some training when I was
still a little pup.
I would have been the Best Dog Ever
when I finally did grow up.
"You only have one day left," I heard a
worker sadly say.
Does that mean they'll give me a second
chance? Do I go home today?
-- Author Unknown
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