San Diego Highwayman's Shotgun Shela -- DOG is my copilot

Christmas at the shelter

a dog's purpose?
Christmas at the shelter

I'm a HAPPY shotgun girl
I'm goin out ta play w my Highwayman

Christmas at the Shelter

Tis the night before Christmas and all through the town,
Every shelter is full-we are lost and not found.
Our numbers are hung on our kennels so bare,
We hope every minute someone will care.
They'll come to adopt us and give us the call,
Come here Max and Sophie, come fetch your new ball.
But now we just sit here and think of the days,
When we were treated so fondly, we had baby ways.
Once we were little but then we grew and grew,
But now we are no longer young, no longer new.
So out the back door we were thrown like trash,
They re-acted so quickly, why were they so rash?
We "Jump on the children" and "Don't come when they call,"
We "Bark when they leave us," and climb "Over the wall."
We should have been neutered, we should have been spayed,
Now we suffer the consequences of the errors they made.
If only they had trained us, if only we knew
We'd have done what they asked and worshipped them too.
We were left in the backyard, or worse, left to roam,
Now we're tired and lonely and out of a home.
They dropped us off here and kissed us goodbye,
"Maybe someone else will give you a try."
So now, here we are, all confused and alone,
In a shelter with others who long for a home.
The kind workers come through with food and a pat,
With so many they can't stay to chat.
They move to the next kennel giving each of us cheer,
We know they wonder how long we'll be here.
We lay down to sleep and sweet dreams fll our heads,
Of a home filled with love and our own cozy beds.
Then we wake to see sad eyes brimming tears,
Our friends filled with empiness, worry and fears.
If you can't adopt us, no room at your inn,
Could you help with the bills and fill our food bin?
We count on your kindness each day of the year,
Can you bring more than hope to everyone here?
Please make a donation to pay for the heat,
Help us get something special to eat.
The shelter that cares for us wants us to live,
And more of us will, if more people give.


"She" is the apple - er - Doggie of my eye :)