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The creation

He made the regal Collie so beautiful, proud and bold.
The dazzling noble sable, with coat of shimmering Gold.
His arms extended upwards, and touched the blazing sun,
There stood the Sable Collie, the lovely Golden one.

He turned his head so slightly, towards the clear Blue sky,
and made the Blue Merle Collie, so pleasing to the eye.
Tan and white were added, to his colouring of Blue,
And there he had created a dog of lovely hue.

When night at last began to fall,
He made the darkest of them all,
Combining Black, with Tan and White,
The Tri-colour, of sheer delight.

There stood those three great Collies, beneath the setting sun.
The Blue Merle, Tri-colour, and the Golden Sable one,
Gifted with movement so graceful, and so smooth,
Three truly noble Collies, To them, our hearts we lose.

Do I go home today?
By Sandi Thompson.

My family brought me home cradled in their arms,
They cuddled me and smiled at me and said I was full of charm.
They played with me and laughed with me and showered me with toys
I sure do love my family, especially the girls and boys.

The children loved to feed me, they gave me special treats,
They even let me sleep with them - all snuggled in the sheets.
I used to go for walks, often several times a day.
They even fought to hold the leash, I'm very proud to say,

These are things I'll never forget - a cherished memory,
Because now I live in a shelter - without my family.
They used to laugh and praise me when I played with that old shoe,
But I didn't know the difference between the old one's and the new.

The kids and I would grab a rag, for hours we would tug,
So I thought it was the right thing when I chewed the bedroom rug.
They said I was out of control, and would have to live outside,
This I did not understand, although I tried and tried.

The walks stopped, one by one: they said they hadn't time,
I wish that I could change things, I wish I knew my crime.
My life became so lonely, in the backyard, on a chain,
I barked and barked, all day long, just to keep from going insane.
So they brought me to the shelter, but were embarrassed to say why.

They said I caused an allergy, then they each kissed me goodbye.
If only I'd had some classes, when I was just a pup,
Then I would have been a better dog when I was all grown up.
You only have one day left" I heard the worker say,
Does that mean I have a second chance??


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