AN ODE TO ALFIE'S MATES
You know what I don't understand?I don't understand why people spend a fortune on dogs--"New Dogs"--dogs that some bastard on a doggie farm has bred in disgusting conditions just to make a quid.(although I must admit to having done it myself in the past--like 6 months ago when we got Lu Lu)People go there and hand over their hard earned for the latest fad dog,that sometime later when the novelty has worn off--dump them either in the bush or hand them in to dog pounds.Friends of mine just went one of these places and got Alfie--a very ugly scruffy dog,that only an owner could love--Oh,and anyone else that happens to see him.But he was one of these dogs-from a home ,not loved anymore.Until my friends rescued him.But Julie and Malcolm couldn't give them all a home,Alfies mates got left there.Go and rescue Alfies mates--before its too late.
AN ODE,TO ALFIES MATES.
I,AM A DOG,AND I SIT HERE ALL DAY,
'CAUSE I'M LOCKED IN A CAGE AT R.S.P.C.A.
I HAVEN'T ALWAYS LIVED HERE,I BELONGED TO A BOY.
AND HE USED TO TREAT ME AS HIS FAVOURITE TOY.
WE'D GET UP EACH MORNING,OVER PADDOCKS WE'D ROAM,
AND,WHEN HE WENT TO SCHOOL I'D FEEL SO ALONE.
BUT WITH TEACHING FINISHED,HE'D COME HOME WITH HIS BAG,
I'D HEAR HIS VOICE,AND HE'D SEE MY TAIL WAG.
THEN OFF WE WOULD GO,AND BELT DOWN THE STREET,
HIM GOING FAST WITH ME AT HIS FEET.
ONE DAY,ALL THIS STOPPED,AND HE CAME HOME LATE.
I HEARD HE'D BEEN OFF,DOWN THE STREET WITH HIS MATE.
HE SAT,ATE HIS DINNER,THEN OFF HE WOULD GO
I JUMPED UP TO FOLLOW,BUT HE SHOUTED ME "NO"
WAS HE TALKING TO ME? NAH,SO I WENT OFF AGAIN.
HE HE BROUGHT ME BACK HOME,I GOT PUT ON A CHAIN.
THE DAYS SLOWLY DRAGGED,NO MORE PLAYING OR FUN
AND I WISHED THAT MY DAYS HAD NEVER BEGUN.
ONE DAY,DAD CAME HOME AND I GOT PUT IN THE CAR,
HE DROVE FOR A WHILE,BUT NOT VERY FAR,
AND WE CAME TO THIS PLACE,SURROUNDED BY CAGES
A LADY THERE TOOK DOWN MY DETAILS ON PAGES.
I HEARD HER WHISPER,IN A QUIET LITTLE VOICE,
"I'M SO SORRY SIR,THERE JUST ISN'T A CHOICE,
PEOPLE LIKE YOUNG DOGS,ON THAT THERE MINDS SET,
SHE'LL BE HERE FOR A WEEK,THEN GET SEEN BY THE VET."
THEN,THEY TOOK ME AWAY,TO A CAGE AT THE REAR.
I COULD TELL BY THE NOISE,THERE WERE OTHER DOGS NEAR.
THEY BARKED DAY AND NIGHT,IN A SAD SORT OF WAY,
MORE DOGS CAME TO JOIN US,THERE WERE DOZENS EACH DAY.
WELL,TIME PASSED REAL SLOWLY,I'D BEEN THERE FOR A WEEK,
WHEN A GIRL IN A WHITE COAT,CAME FOR ME-DIDN'T SPEAK.
AND SHE LED ME AWAY,THROUGH A DOOR AT THE END,
WHERE BEYOND IT STOOD MY VETINARY FRIEND.
HE GAVE ME A STROKE,AND A PAT ON THE HEAD,
THE SLIGHT PRICK OF A NEEDLE,NO MORE DOGGIE--I'M DEAD.
AN ODE,TO ALFIES MATES.
I,AM A DOG,AND I SIT HERE ALL DAY,
'CAUSE I'M LOCKED IN A CAGE AT R.S.P.C.A.
I HAVEN'T ALWAYS LIVED HERE,I BELONGED TO A BOY.
AND HE USED TO TREAT ME AS HIS FAVOURITE TOY.
WE'D GET UP EACH MORNING,OVER PADDOCKS WE'D ROAM,
AND,WHEN HE WENT TO SCHOOL I'D FEEL SO ALONE.
BUT WITH TEACHING FINISHED,HE'D COME HOME WITH HIS BAG,
I'D HEAR HIS VOICE,AND HE'D SEE MY TAIL WAG.
THEN OFF WE WOULD GO,AND BELT DOWN THE STREET,
HIM GOING FAST WITH ME AT HIS FEET.
ONE DAY,ALL THIS STOPPED,AND HE CAME HOME LATE.
I HEARD HE'D BEEN OFF,DOWN THE STREET WITH HIS MATE.
HE SAT,ATE HIS DINNER,THEN OFF HE WOULD GO
I JUMPED UP TO FOLLOW,BUT HE SHOUTED ME "NO"
WAS HE TALKING TO ME? NAH,SO I WENT OFF AGAIN.
HE HE BROUGHT ME BACK HOME,I GOT PUT ON A CHAIN.
THE DAYS SLOWLY DRAGGED,NO MORE PLAYING OR FUN
AND I WISHED THAT MY DAYS HAD NEVER BEGUN.
ONE DAY,DAD CAME HOME AND I GOT PUT IN THE CAR,
HE DROVE FOR A WHILE,BUT NOT VERY FAR,
AND WE CAME TO THIS PLACE,SURROUNDED BY CAGES
A LADY THERE TOOK DOWN MY DETAILS ON PAGES.
I HEARD HER WHISPER,IN A QUIET LITTLE VOICE,
"I'M SO SORRY SIR,THERE JUST ISN'T A CHOICE,
PEOPLE LIKE YOUNG DOGS,ON THAT THERE MINDS SET,
SHE'LL BE HERE FOR A WEEK,THEN GET SEEN BY THE VET."
THEN,THEY TOOK ME AWAY,TO A CAGE AT THE REAR.
I COULD TELL BY THE NOISE,THERE WERE OTHER DOGS NEAR.
THEY BARKED DAY AND NIGHT,IN A SAD SORT OF WAY,
MORE DOGS CAME TO JOIN US,THERE WERE DOZENS EACH DAY.
WELL,TIME PASSED REAL SLOWLY,I'D BEEN THERE FOR A WEEK,
WHEN A GIRL IN A WHITE COAT,CAME FOR ME-DIDN'T SPEAK.
AND SHE LED ME AWAY,THROUGH A DOOR AT THE END,
WHERE BEYOND IT STOOD MY VETINARY FRIEND.
HE GAVE ME A STROKE,AND A PAT ON THE HEAD,
THE SLIGHT PRICK OF A NEEDLE,NO MORE DOGGIE--I'M DEAD.
posted by tonyfromwindsor | November 14, 2005
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