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Going Home
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 little 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 one 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 didn't 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 training 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?
--unknown
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