Those 70ish Girls

I really am a good dog. Just look into my eyes. Dogs as young I am, usually aren’t so wise.

My first home was an old rug my momma found somewhere. She was frail and sick, yet 6 pups she had to bear.

She didn’t have much milk and the smallest 3 soon died. It was only by the grace of God that 3 of us survived.

One day when I woke up, I found myself alone. I didn’t know where Momma and the other pups had gone.

I saw a man run towards me with a rope tied to a stick. He tried to catch me with it, but I was much too quick.

When he was out of sight again, I began to roam. I couldn’t find the rug that we had called our home.

I hardly ever bark, but my tummy growls sometimes. Where were all the scraps that momma always finds?

When I finally fell asleep, I began to dream. I saw a little boy fishing by a stream.

He said hello my friend. I have a cup to dip. I’ll fill it up with water and you can take a sip.

He shared a bite of food and offered me another. He said he’d never seen a dog gulp down peanut butter.

When my dream was over, I woke up with a start. That little boy was there and I saw inside his heart.

He took me in his arms and I gave his face a lick. He said Just like peanut butter together we will stick.

So if you see a dog like me living on the street, please give him some water and a little bite to eat.

If you sometimes feel that you’re not so good at friending. You’ll soon find out a dog’s love is never ever ending.

In honor of Calamity Jane, Frank, Angel, Baby Jane, Sadie, McKenzie, Pixie, Pattie, Sammie, Obie, Missie, Cyndie, Lillie Dale, and a little kitty named Dollie…Who all gave us unconditional love.

We now have 2 new friends….Nellie and Rylie