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When my family first adopted me, to live within their home.
They cuddled and they pampered me and groomed with brush and comb.
They played with me and laughed with me and showered me with toys.
I sure do love my family, and all the little girls and boys.
The children loved to feed me; and give me special treats.
They even let me sleep with them - all cozy in their sheets.
I used to go for lovely walks, often several times a day.
They even fought to hold my lead, I'm so very proud to say!
These are the things I'll not forget - a cherished memory.
For now I'm in a shelter, bereft of 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, and for hours we played tug.
So I thought I did the right thing when I chewed that bedroom rug.
They said that I had lost control and would have to live outside.
I didn't really understand, though I really, really tried!
The walks they stopped one by one; they said they had no time.
I wish that I could change things; I wish I knew my crime.
My life became so lonely shackled to a metal chain.
I barked and barked continually, I thought I'd go insane.
So they took me to the shelter, but were embarrassed to say why.
They said I'd caused an allergy, then said their last goodbye.
If only I'd had training, as a tiny little pup.
I wouldn't have been hard to live with, when I was all grown up.
“You only have one day left", I heard the kennel man say.
Does that mean I have a second chance?
"Do I go back home today"?
