| Iīm the "dog next door"; you know, the one thatīs tied to that |
| little box and have been long forgotten! Gosh but I get sad and |
| really lonely.... maybe you could try to tell my family that we |
| really arenīt that different! |
| I wrote something from my heart that maybe you could send to |
| them; who knows, it just might make them remember me, at least |
| once in awhile, when itīs real cold especially and I have no |
| blankets or anything to snuggle in and the water rushes under my |
| box. It sure is hard somedays! Oh well.... Here goes! |
You would know that I "feel",
When I cry it is for real.
You would know that I "hurt",
Iīm not made of clay and dirt
You would know that I get "hungry"
"Hot" when the sunīs upon me.
You would know that in the winter
The cold wind makes me "shiver".
You would know my heart does "feel",
My devotion for you is real.
You would know God made me too,
And the "unconditional love" I offer you.
You would know who I really am,
The true meaning of "Manīs Best Friend".
IF YOU ONLY GOT TO KNOW ME!!!