The dog pound,
Ever really notice the looks of the eyes of those dogs and
cats at the dog pound? Of the many things in life that seem so special are the
times and the stories of one of my dogs, some kind of eye to eye feeling of
love and loyalty, I do miss them so, so for a holiday cure I think I’ll go down
to the dog pound.
I know to some the thought of a dog or a cat, tis a pest, or
even to some the fear of a hiss, or the growl from a Yorkie or Lopso might put
fear to some, of those a suggestion to the zoo with you there may you find a
Holiday stranger to share. Well I guess that is if you dare.
On this cold winters night, the thoughts of a toe warmer is
kind of a wish, for I like some am leased to a demon a landlord to some, is this
fear of his carpets of one so un loved. To him would I send him to a reality
school, first with a laugh would be the dog pound.
Within the stewardship of life come the responsibilities to
all life, share the love with those in need. Thus may your merriment be merry,
indeed for on this the solaces, of the solstice eve I am going to the dog pound.
There once again do I grieve.