I was corresponding with one of the folks at the organization that helped us with the adoption of our "new" pup, Rukia. While checking through their forum, I came across a poem on one of the Pyrenees rescue sites written from the perspective of a rescued dog, that I thought I'd share, cuz it's neat

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Here in this house...

I will never know the loneliness I hear in the barks of the other dogs 'out there'.

I can sleep soundly, assured that when I wake my world will not have changed.

I will never know hunger, or the fear of not knowing if I'll eat.

I will not shiver in the cold, or grow weary from the heat.

I will feel the sun's heat, and the rain's coolness, and be allowed to smell all that can reach my nose.

My fur will shine, and never be dirty or matted.



Here in this house...

There will be an effort to communicate with me on my level.

I will be talked to and, even if I don't understand, I can enjoy the warmth of the words.

I will be given a name so that I may know who I am among many.

My name will be used in joy, and I will love the sound of it!



Here in this house...

I will never be a substitute for anything I am not.

I will never be used to improve peoples' images of themselves.

I will be loved because I am who I am, not someone's idea of who I should be.

I will never suffer for someone's anger, impatience, or stupidity.

I will be taught all the things I need to know to be loved by all.

If I do not learn my lessons well, they will look to my teacher for blame.



Here in this house...

I can trust arms that hold, hands that touch... knowing that, no matter what they do, they do it for the good of me.

If I am ill, I will be doctored.

If scared, I will be calmed.

If sad, I will be cheered.

No matter what I look like, I will be considered beautiful and known to be of value.

I will never be cast out because I am too old, too ill, too unruly, or not cute enough.

My life is a responsibility, and not an afterthought.

I will learn that humans can almost, sometimes, be as kind and as fair as dogs.



Here in this house...

I will belong.

I will be home.

That is really touching, TM. And so true.

Beautiful, Trail!

I love this.

Great words written from the heart

Thanks for sharing this, Trail. As I was reading it, my old dog, Zork, came up behind me and put his wet nose on the back of my arm, a device he uses when he wants to get my attention in a hurry. He told me he needed a scratch and a trip outside for a while.

Oh, and for those dog lovers among us, I highly recommend The Art of Racing in the Rain by Garth Stein. It's a wonderful story told from the point of view of a dog. The movie is also very good, but for either one, you'll need a box of tissues.

Lovely, Trail!

That is so sweet and so true.

I made all of those promises to each one of my SPCA kittens when I brought them home and I try to live up to them every day.