Even when I'm sleeping
They're never far away
Maddie, Annabelle and Sammy
Would rather be with me than play
For each dog there's a story
But I'll tell you only two...
Let me start with Belle Belle
and her story sad but true.
Belle's owner went to prison
for acts to sick to share
and when she came to my house
Belle would hide, and shake, and stare.
Don't look at her or touch her
I told everyone who came
She a very frightened puppy
and I know just who to blame.
The other dogs took care of Belle
They made her part of their pack
and even though she hid from people
from the dogs she found the confidence she lacked.
After many months of calm
And people waiting for Annabelle
My little rescued doggy
forgot her life from hell.
Then came Sam so big and strong
He knew no boundaries
At only 18-months of age
The dog could swing from trees
His life had been a sad one
though he suffered no physical pain
Neglect had left him hungry
and with lots of weight to gain.
We need to keep him I told my husband
He needs to have our love
And then came news of my surgery
And keeping Sam fit like a glove
I'll use him to push off of
I told Chuck earnestly.
And he will make me happy
through my long recovery
Guess you could say I MILKED IT
and for sure I got a lot
One-hundred-twenty pounds of Newf
and a back with a tender spot!!
Okay, poetry isn't my claim to fame, but I had fun writing this! Thanks for all your thoughts, words and prayers. I'm doing well, just moving slow. I have two rods, two plates, numerous screws, and 39 staples. All things considered, I'm a happy camper. Love. Jan
