Do I go home today?
(Author unknown)

My family brougth me home croudled 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, expecially 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 laught and praise me when I played with that old shoe.
But I didn't know the different between the old and the new.

The kids and I would grab a rug, for hours we would tug.
So I thought I did the right thing when I chewed the bedroom rug.
They said 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 med to the shelter but were embarrassed to say why.
They said I caused an allergy, and 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 a worker say.
Does that means I have a second chance?
Do I go home today?

I found this poem in Bernhardposten 2/2000

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