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,
they showered me with toys.
I sure do love my family,
especially the girls and boys.
The children love 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 things I'll never 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 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 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 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 this mean a second chance?
Do I go home today?
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