There is no faith, which has never yet been broken, except that of a truly faithful dog.
~Konrad Z. Lorenz
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My family brought me home, all 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 did love my family, especially the little girls and boys.
The children loved to feed; 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. Now that I'm 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 when I was 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?
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