FIND SPACE IN YOUR HEART
Posted on December 20, 2012 by Baggy Bulldogs
A rescue dog will have a tale to tell
It may be sad, or of a life of Hell
It may be a story of a once loved pup
Who found herself homeless when a marriage broke up
Or a faithful companion, whoās ownerās passed on
And the poor little dog doesnāt know where theyāve gone.
Or of a dog thatās been beaten, never had the chance to āliveā
And yet gain his trust ā heāll have so much love to give.
A pup that grew out of the cute, cuddly stage,
Has grown big and unruly and is now at āthat ageā
So he gets given away, itās such a shame
When itās the lack of training thatās really to blame.
Some rescue dogs may be quite old
Just need a nice home, out of the cold
A warm cozy bed, for weary old bones
No dog should spend itās last days on itās own.
Rescue dogs can be misunderstood
Often seen as damaged goods
But a āpre-ownedā dog has much to offer
And compared to a pup, can be far less bother
A rescue dog may not know how to play
But a little bit of kindness should show them the way.
Some rescue dogs will have great credentials,
Others show promise and heaps of potential.
Some need guidance, to learn how to trust
For others, some training will be a must
But what you put in, youāll get back tenfold
A loyal friend, with a heart of gold
He may be pure, cross or mixed breed
But one things for sure-heāll be in need
Of a loving home, a new āmumā or ādadā
Surely with this, heāll stop being so sad.
A rescue dog is a breed apart
Please find space for one in your heart.
By Karen Folkes 2009
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Posted on December 20, 2012 by Baggy Bulldogs
A rescue dog will have a tale to tell
It may be sad, or of a life of Hell
It may be a story of a once loved pup
Who found herself homeless when a marriage broke up
Or a faithful companion, whoās ownerās passed on
And the poor little dog doesnāt know where theyāve gone.
Or of a dog thatās been beaten, never had the chance to āliveā
And yet gain his trust ā heāll have so much love to give.
A pup that grew out of the cute, cuddly stage,
Has grown big and unruly and is now at āthat ageā
So he gets given away, itās such a shame
When itās the lack of training thatās really to blame.
Some rescue dogs may be quite old
Just need a nice home, out of the cold
A warm cozy bed, for weary old bones
No dog should spend itās last days on itās own.
Rescue dogs can be misunderstood
Often seen as damaged goods
But a āpre-ownedā dog has much to offer
And compared to a pup, can be far less bother
A rescue dog may not know how to play
But a little bit of kindness should show them the way.
Some rescue dogs will have great credentials,
Others show promise and heaps of potential.
Some need guidance, to learn how to trust
For others, some training will be a must
But what you put in, youāll get back tenfold
A loyal friend, with a heart of gold
He may be pure, cross or mixed breed
But one things for sure-heāll be in need
Of a loving home, a new āmumā or ādadā
Surely with this, heāll stop being so sad.
A rescue dog is a breed apart
Please find space for one in your heart.
By Karen Folkes 2009
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