My family brought me home cradled in their arms.
They cuddled me and smiled at me and said
I was full of charm.
They played with me and laughed with me
and showered me with toys.
I sure do love my family, especially the girls and boys.
The children loved to feed me, they
gave me special treats.
They even let me sleep with them -
all snuggled in the sheets.
I used to go for walks, often several times a day.
They even fought to hold the leash,
I'm very proud to say.
These are the things I'll not forget - a cherished memory.
I now live in the shelter-without my family.
They used to laugh and praise me when
I played with that old shoe.
But I didn't know the difference between the
old ones and the new.
The kids and I would grab a rag, for hours we would tug.
So I thought I did the right thing
when I chew the bedroom rug.
They said that I was out of control, and would
have to live outside.
This I did not understand, although I tried and tried.
The walks stopped, one by one;
they said they hadn't time.
I wish that I could change things, I wish I knew my crime.
My life became so lonely, in the backyard, on a chain.
I barked and barked all day long to keep from going insane.
So they brought me to the shelter
but were embarrassed to say why,
They said I caused an allergy,
and then they each kissed me goodbye.
If I'd only had some classes, as a little pup.
I wouldn't have been so hard to handle
when I was all grown up.
"You only have one day left." I heard the worker say.
Does that mean I have a second chance?
Do I go Home today?