For those that like dogs
For those that like dogs
The Prayer of a Stray
Dear God, please send me somebody who will care!
I’m tired of running, I’m sick with despair.
My body is aching, it is so racked with pain,
And dear God I pray as I run in the rain,
That someone will love me and give me a home.
A warm cozy bed and a big juicy bone.
My last owner tied me all day in the yard
Sometimes with no water and God that was hard!
So I chewed my leash, God, and I ran away
To rummage in garbage and live as a stray.
But now God I’m tired and hungry and cold.
And I’m so afraid that I’ll never grow old.
They’ve chased me with sticks and hit me with stones
While I run the streets just looking for bones!
I’m not really bad, God, please help if you can,
For I have become just a “victim of man.”
I’m wormy dear God and I’m ridden with fleas and
All I want is an owner to please!
If you find one for me, God, I’ll try to be good
And I won’t chew their shoes but I’ll do as I should.
I’ll love them, protect them and try to obey
When they tell me to sit, to lie down or to stay!
I don’t think I’ll make it too long on my own,
‘Cause I’m getting so weak and I’m so alone.
Each night as I sleep in the bushes I cry,
‘Cause I’m so afraid, God, that I’m gonna die!
And I’ve got so much love and devotion to give,
That I should be given a new chance to live.
So dear God please, please answer my prayer and
send me somebody who will really care.
Dear God, please send me somebody who will care!
I’m tired of running, I’m sick with despair.
My body is aching, it is so racked with pain,
And dear God I pray as I run in the rain,
That someone will love me and give me a home.
A warm cozy bed and a big juicy bone.
My last owner tied me all day in the yard
Sometimes with no water and God that was hard!
So I chewed my leash, God, and I ran away
To rummage in garbage and live as a stray.
But now God I’m tired and hungry and cold.
And I’m so afraid that I’ll never grow old.
They’ve chased me with sticks and hit me with stones
While I run the streets just looking for bones!
I’m not really bad, God, please help if you can,
For I have become just a “victim of man.”
I’m wormy dear God and I’m ridden with fleas and
All I want is an owner to please!
If you find one for me, God, I’ll try to be good
And I won’t chew their shoes but I’ll do as I should.
I’ll love them, protect them and try to obey
When they tell me to sit, to lie down or to stay!
I don’t think I’ll make it too long on my own,
‘Cause I’m getting so weak and I’m so alone.
Each night as I sleep in the bushes I cry,
‘Cause I’m so afraid, God, that I’m gonna die!
And I’ve got so much love and devotion to give,
That I should be given a new chance to live.
So dear God please, please answer my prayer and
send me somebody who will really care.
I was sad reading it too. I got it off the site below. I am woking with them to foster a dog now. It is a pretty neat site that does a lot of good for our friends.
www.ncrottierescue.net
www.ncrottierescue.net
The silent rage inside of me is getting fueled....lol.
I am an avid doglover, have 2 pit bulls, and they are very protective, but they are big teddy bears when I'm around. I can't imagine why ppl would get a dog just to put it on a leash in the back yard, or leave it in a kennel. Dogs, in my view, are just as human as we are, they have feelings, they get arthritis, etc. They aren't man's best friend for nothing.
I am an avid doglover, have 2 pit bulls, and they are very protective, but they are big teddy bears when I'm around. I can't imagine why ppl would get a dog just to put it on a leash in the back yard, or leave it in a kennel. Dogs, in my view, are just as human as we are, they have feelings, they get arthritis, etc. They aren't man's best friend for nothing.
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When I was growing up we always had a dog tied outside. That was the way my dad was and it was all I knew. As I grew older and moved from the country to the city, things changed. My wife and I could never have an outside dog as we love them as we love our children. We could not subject them to that abuse. As I read that poem I also became sad and angry at the same time. I think we find more room in our hearts as we grow older, and wiser. Scott, my wife is the same way, she'd save them all if she could.
That is a tough read. My latest Shepard is sort of a rescue dog. He was taken in by his previous owner to be put down as he was growling at the guy's kids. The vet got permission to find the dog a home. And so I adopted him. He has the energy of a small dog in a 90 lb package. Just one big loving monster puppy at 4 years old. The love and devotion are definitely part of his make up.
I currently have a 135 pound Rottie, a 110 pound Rottie, and a 75 pound shepard mix all of which are adoptions. The big one was about to be gassed the day I rescued her from the pound in Bedford Pa. I wouldn't trade them for the world.



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