What is "Time"? I hear the sadness in the voices of workers here. They say my "Time is up", that they have to make room for yet another dog.
My "Time" is up. I don't know what that means, God. I only know that my new friends are so sad, and the more I wag my tail--- the harder I try to make them feel better--- the sadder they become.
I know I have heard that word "Time" before, but I don't understand. When I was younger, my people would say "Time to play!" They would throw the ball, and I would run fast. Sometimes I brought it back to them, but other times we'd end up chasing each other having fun.
I remember "Time to eat". My people would put down a bowl of food, and I would enjoy dinner, wagging my tail in joy. There was also "Time for your walk". My boy would put my leash on, and we would go walking together, visiting the neighborhood and enjoying each other's company.
When I was younger I thought "Time" meant fun. Or maybe Love?
I don't understand. "Time" must mean something else, but how can it change, God? Before I came here, I heard my people say, "No time to feed you now, boy. Later, when I get home." Sometimes my family would forget, and there was no food in my bowl. Does "Time" mean when my belly hurts?
My people said there was no time for walks. I tried to hold it all day long-- but God, I just couldn't anymore. When I finally had to go, it made my family very angry. Does "Time" means anger? Or maybe Loneliness?
My family said they didn't have "Time". They didn't have time to play, or time to take me to the vet, or time to go for walks. They didn't have "Time", so they brought me here.
Maybe I was right... They said they didn't have time, and if "Time" means Love, how did they lose it? Did I do something wrong?
God, I think my new friends are sending me to you.
Do you have "Time"? May I sit on the couch?
Am I a good Dog, God?
Is it "Time"?
One of the most important things we can give our Pets is "Time". The time to love them, care for them, and train them. Animal Shelters and Humane Societies across the country are filled with Pets whose families didn't have "Time". Every year, the "Time is up" for 12 million companion Pets. Do you have the "Time" to make a difference?
Author: Joan C. Fremo
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A dog sits waiting in the cold
He's been here for days now
with nothing to do
He can't understand why you
left him that day.
He's sure you'll come back, and
that's why he stays
His legs have grown weak, his
throat is parched and dry.
He lays down his head and
closes his eyes.
by Kathy Flood
Please never dump a dog and if you see one, pick it up or
call someone who will.
I wish someone would tell me what it is that I've done wrong. Why I have to stay chained up and left alone so long. They seemed so glad to have me when I came here as a pup. There were so many things we'd do while I was growing up. They couldn't wait to train me as a companion and friend. And told me how they'd never fear being left alone again. The children said they'd feed me and brush me everyday. They'd play with me and walk me if only I could stay. But now the family "hasn't time", they often say I shed. They do not want me in the house, not even to be fed. The children never walk me. They always say "NOT NOW!" I wish that I could please them. Won't someone tell me how? All I had, you see, was love. I wish they would explain: Why they said they wanted me, then left me on a chain?
Don't close the door! Don't push me away.
Slow down the car, I can't keep up.
This pavement is hot and my pads are cut.
I've got to quit running or my heart will pop.
I'm so hungry and thirsty. Darkness is near.
Several weeks have passed, I am dead on my feet.
Every car that passes, I chase it to see
Though I approach those that come near
With hate in their voices and a cold, heartless stare,
Batter my body with rocks that they throw,
Overtaken with weakness, my body is numb.
I will go back where he first threw me out.
My thoughts are fading. My chest feels like lead.
It's so quiet, so peaceful -- all remains still.
Yes, I can see him, he's calling my name.
He decided he wants me. Things will be fine.
My tail ways with pleasure. I can't catch my breath.
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