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, they 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 per day.
They even fought to hold my leash, I'm very proud to say.
These are things I'll never forget -- a cherished memory.
I now 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 ones and the new.
The kids and I would grab a rag for hours we would tug.
So I thought I did the right thing when I chewed the bathroom rug.
They said that I was out of control, and would have to live outside.
But 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 back yard on a chain.
I barked and barked all day long to keep from going insane.

  
So they brought me to the shelter but were embarrassed to say why.
They said I caused an allergy, and then, kissed me good-bye.
If I'd only had some classes, as a little pup.
I wouldn't have been so hard to handle when I was all grown up.

 
"You only have one day left," I heard the worker say.
Does this mean a second chance? Do I go home today?