Return to Fluffy PageYou left me this morning high on a hill,
The clocking hours now meet noon,
Sure I thought, You'd be there soon,
Cars and cars went on, sped by,
None like yours and wondered why.
I am a dog, not lost.
Was it because I barked too soon,
Growled at people who didn't like you.
Should I have been meek and cringing, not
proud.
A kind of being, shuffled in the crowd.
I am a dog, not lost.
Many come in twos and fours,
Snarling, flinching, slinking roars.
Were they left as I, or did they stray,
What are their thoughts this time of day.
I am a dog, not lost.
Food left by, lies in the sand,
You taught me, eat but from your hand.
Children come by and hug me good,
Whispering they'd take me if they could.
I am a dog, not lost.
Weeks of days and months of nights,
Passersby say, what a sight.
My bones now show, I hardly walk.
How long ago since we did talk.
I am a dog, not lost.
Weary, numb, I hardly see,
It seems that now I'm at your feet,
Oh master, my master, have you forgot,
I'm yours, All yours.
A dog lost not.
--Henry P. Gaewsky
This rescue poem submitted by Victoria C.
Faeo
Quite why I was born, I'll never know.
Some folks who had my mother, decided to breed.
No reason I know of, except for greed;
I know I was hungry, I know I was cold;
They sold me quite early, at five weeks old.
I was born in the Summer a few years ago.
My number one owners seemed friendly at first,
And life was quite good till my bubble burst;
They started to argue, their marriage split up;
And then the Ad read: "For Sale... young pup".
Some folks arrived, the next ones in line.
They treated me kind and life was just fine.
But master dropped dead, and she couldn't cope.
So she sold me again (I'll soon give up hope).
I now had a new home way up in the sky;
We went up the lift fourteen floors high!
The new folks were kind but they left me all day;
I was bursting to wee and had nowhere to play.
It was boredom, I think, when I chewed up the chair;
They agreed I should go as it just wasn't fair.
The next home was good and I thought "this is it"!
They started to show and I won....a small bit.
But then somebody said I was thin in the bone.
And in went the Ad: "For Sale...to good home."
The next lot were dreadful, they wanted a guard;
But I didn't know how, although I tried hard.
One night they got robbed and I didn't bark;
Tied up in that shed, and alone in the dark.
For five months I lay in the cold and the dark;
With only a bed of rough wooden bark;
A small dish of water all slimy and green;
The state I was in, well, it had to be seen!
I longed for warmth, and an end to the pain;
But some new people came and I went off again.
Well now I'm with Rescue and this home is good;
There are walks in the country and lots of good food;
There are kisses and cuddles to greet me each day;
But I dread the time when they will send me away.
I will try to be good, I won't chew on the chest;
I will try to be quiet, I'll do my very best;
I want to stay with you, a heart on all fours;
Please....let me stay, I want to be yours.
Puppies For Sale
A store owner was tacking a sign above his
door that read "Puppies For Sale." Signs like that have a way of attracting
small children, and sure enough, a little boy appeared under the store owner's sign.
"How much are you going to sell the puppies for?" he asked. The store
owner replied, "Anywhere from $30 to $50." The little boy reached in his pocket
and pulled out some change. "I have $2.37," he said. "Can I
please look at them?" The store owner
smiled and whistled and out of the kennel came Lady, who ran down the aisle of his store
followed by five teeny, tiny balls of fur.
One puppy was lagging considerably
behind. Immediately the little boy singled out the lagging, limping puppy and said,
"What's wrong with that little dog?" The store owner explained that the
veterinarian had
examined the little puppy and had discovered
it didn't have a hip socket. It would always limp. It would always be
lame. The little boy became excited. "That is the puppy that I want to
buy."
The store owner said, "No, you don't
want to buy that little dog. If you really want him, I'll just give him to
you." The little boy got quite upset. He looked straight into the store owner' s
eyes, pointing
his finger, and said, "I don't want you
to give him to me. That little dog is worth every bit as much as all the other dogs and
I'll pay full price. In fact, I'll give you $2.37 now, and 50 cents a month until I
have him paid for." The store
owner countered, "You really don't want to buy this little dog. He is never going to
be able to run and jump and play with you like the other puppies."
To his surprise, the little boy reached
down and rolled up his pant leg to reveal a badly twisted, crippled left leg supported by
a big metal brace. He looked up at the store owner and softly replied, "Well, I
don't run so well myself, and the little
puppy will need someone who understands!"
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