The Dog Poem by Johanna Kortman
The Dog
The dog, I am, the one you'll never see
Tis because, this is the last I'll leave
The owners I had, who were great to me, were quickly saddened, when I ate through a bag of food, that was not for me
It was a spanking and a car ride west that was next to be
Now here I am, on the floor, some shot given to me
Heaven tis a nice place, for there is no more beatings for me
But all I want, one more time, is to be alive, happy, and free.
Grunter, the dog was brought to the pound, and not adopted, so it was put to sleep. This is a mix between a true story, and not a true story. Dogs are brought to pounds everyday for many types of reasons, and when they are there too long, they get put to sleep.
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4/19/2024 7:45:42 AM # 1.0.0.1119
sad sad sad.... yes written from a tender vets vantage liked yer lines sat