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 lots of 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 dog-pound - 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 all stopped just 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 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? DO I GO HOME TODAY?