Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Monday, December 6, 2010
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 sit here
and think of the days…
we were treated so fondly -
we had cute, 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 the 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 errors THEY made.
If only they’d trained us,
if only we knew…
we’d have done what they asked us
and worshiped them, too.
We were left in the backyard,
or worse -let to roam-
now we’re tired and lonely
and out of a home.
They dropped us off here
and they kissed us good-bye…
“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 the 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 get us something
special to eat.
The shelter that cares for us
wants us to live,
and more of us will,
if more people will give.
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Thursday, December 2, 2010
Sunday, November 21, 2010
This is Marshall. He was one of our embedded collar dogs. He lived his life on the end of a chain. He now lives on several acres in with his brothers and lives the life off of a chain.
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Monday, November 1, 2010
I love dogs.
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Way past his time, he can't run and play.
Then they shake their heads slowly and go on their way
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 get adopted and driven away.
When I had almost come to the end of my rope,
You saw my face, and I finally had hope.
You saw thru the grey, and the legs bent with age,
And felt 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 who will hear,
Of the person who made my last days so dear
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there, come on in.' 'How about my friend here?' the traveler gestured to the dog. 'There should be a bowl by the pump,' said the man. They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old-fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it. The traveler filled the water bowl and took a long drink himself, and then he gave some to the dog. When they were full, he and the dog walked back toward the man who was standing by the tree. 'What do you call this place?' the traveler asked. 'This is Heaven,' he answered. 'Well, that's confusing,' the traveler said. 'The man down the road said that was Heaven, too.' 'Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates? Nope. That's hell.'
'Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like that?' 'No, we're just happy that they screen out the folks who would leave their best friends behind.'
loved, you are cared for. Next time you get a 'forward,' don't think that you've been sent just another forwarded joke, but that you've been thought of today and your friend, me, on the other end of your computer wanted to send you a smile. AND you are welcome at my water bowl any time!