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Hoping for these, all happy homes,
Lots of fuss and juicy bones.
Not for her pups - rescue places,
Behind bars; changing faces.
If only she could be quite sure,
That the callers at the door
Would be; should be; just and kind,
Help to calm her troubled mind.
A mother knows the world out there -
Can be bleak and cruel and bare.
But here's a couple: Happy laughter,
'Oh look! Three pups, just what we're after!
Down on their knees in all the mess,
A mother dog can tell the best.
Those that really show their love,
That sort don't even need a shove.
Come eight weeks and her pups have gone,
To a warm and loving home.
Contentedly, and in no doubt ,
Mum makes her bed and stretches out.
Mothers worry the wide world over,
But this one's pups are now in clover.
Her duty done - perpetuate breed,
Now - her own life, she can lead.
By JOYCE DOBSON.
I know I had some people 'cause I went out with a man,
I don't know how it happened .. but I lost him when I ran!
I looked for him, a long, long while, I looked both left and right,
But, before I knew it, the day had turned to night!
I was very hungry, it was a cold and windy day -
When the lady saw me and called me 'a poor little stray'
She gave me a bowl of water, she fed me from a can,
Then they came and took me in a Battersea Dogs' Home van.
Soon I was given a number. I'm really not sure why.
I was put in a pen with others and I began to cry!
I made myself look pretty and some-one soon chose me -
At last! I thought I have a home! Alas! It wasn't to be!
I made myself so friendly. Play-bit all those I saw,
I'm afraid I made some puddles - and they showed me the door!
I went back to Battersea. Oh! Where had I gone wrong?
Truth to say, I sat and moped - hope I'm not here for long!
Then one day, they took me, to a little garden square.
I found there was a mum and dad, with two other dogs, in there.
They looked me over, carefully. I was a bit put out.
But held my breath, in case they showed, an element of doubt.
Oh! Happy days are here for me! They bought me! There and then!
They signed the forms and paid the bill - and I went home with them!
I have the love and kindness, that I have dreamed about,
I know, I'm really certain, that they'd never turn me out!
They have lots of plans for me; to train me; for the ring,
I've listened to them chatting, about this agility thing:
I just can't wait to find out, what it is? And why?
As I lay my head on my mum's lap, with a large contented sigh!
JOYCE DOBSON