


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, because 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 chewed 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 back yard, on a chain. I barked and barked, all
day long, just to keep from going insane.
So they brought me to the shelter, but were embarrassed
to say why. They said I caused an allergy, then they each kissed me goodbye. If I'd only had some
classes, when I was just a little pup, then I would have been a better dog 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?
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