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THE DOBERMAN VS. THE GERMAN SHEPHERD It was an extremelly sunny day in Southern Pennsylvania. Two dogs lay sprawled across the front porch of their owner. One, a big, sleek coated shiny Red and Rust doberman, and the other, a muscular, fluffy hair black and tan German Shepherd. They were arguing about which one was better. The German Shepherd said that he was, because he was a sheepdog, but the doberman argued that that was not good enough, because he was a guard dog. So the German Shepherd ran out and picked up a ball. "I can play fetch!" He barked happily. The doberman just yawned. "So can I....." The shepherd whined, dropped the ball, and let his tounge hang out. "I have a tail to wag...." He wagged his tail happily. The doberman scowled. "I bet you cant do this!" He yipped. Hopping to his feet, he wagged his stub, which began to wag his whole rear end. The shepherd smiled. "Yes I can. Just it isn't as easy for me." So the two lay down beside each other again. "We are equal." The shepherd said. "Nope." The doberman replied. "I just remembered. German Shepherds were used for the doberman bloodline. So obviously, I'm the better dog!"

AN SPCA DOGS POEM: Sometimes people look at me, and kids reach inside my cage. Some say that it is sad the way I just sit inside my cage all day, without venturing out. I have been here for years now. I've seen dogs just come and go, of all sorts of different breeds and still yet I lay here. I haven't been outside for at least a day or two. People don't want to walk me, they adore the puppies instead. Why did my people abandon me? What did I do to them? Oh look here comes a veteranarian. He reaches inside my cage, and gently pulls me out. Then he carries me to his office. He sets me on his table, and sticks a needle in me. I feel fuzzy. My vision is blurring. I feel happy though, because I think I am finally leaving this place. I have found my home.

A PET SHOP DOGS POEM: I don't like it here. Its too crowded. People scare me. Sometimes they bang on the glass around my cage, where I lay with my brother and sister. Sometimes they hold me, but then they just put me back.   I don't like it here. Some puppies are sick, and the people do nothing to help. When a puppy dies they just take it away without a word or a cry. I wonder what its like when I die.    I don't like it here. My brother is gone, and my sister too has fell ill. They sell me cheap to a poor family, who doesn't know how bad I feel. My hips hurt, and my tummy too. I wonder what is wrong. But I try to be a good puppy so my family wont be mad.      I don't like it here in the vets office, where my family is crying. And where I am dying. I have bloat, and hip dysplasia, and a liver condition too. I am being euthanized, theres nothing else to do. I see my brother and my sister, and feel no more pain. I wanted to be a good puppy. But life was just a game.