A HAPPY NEW HOME
Sometimes I think – where�s my Mom, where�s my Dad? Trying to remember the past.
But then I remember the kind gentle heart of a family that walk on two legs.
A scratch behind the ear, a pat on the head, I�m really part of this pack.
There�s chase and fetch, great tug-of-war and running around with the boys.
Those special treats from the cardboard box – a delight from kind human hands.
I�ll always remember Mom�s kind gentle ways but they seem unimportant today.
I�m surrounded by love, treated with kindness – even have my own bed.
It�s great to be here and part of the life in a happy new loving home. by Patricia Walter
(Posted with permission from the author)
She has a wonderful website at: http://www.aboutdogs.us