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Why own a Cavvie? There’s a danger you know,
You can’t own just one, for the craving will grow.
There’s no doubt they’re addictive, wherein lies the danger.
While living with lots, you’ll grow poorer and stranger.
One Cavvie is no trouble, and two are so funny.
The third one is easy, the fourth one’s a honey.
The fifth one delightful, the sixth one’s a breeze,
You find you can live with a house full with ease.
So how ‘bout another? Would you really dare?
They’re really quite easy but oh, Lord the hair!
With Cavs on the sofa and Cavs on the bed,
And crates in the kitchen, it’s no bother you’ve said.
They’re really no trouble, their manners are great.
What’s just one more Cav and just one more crate?
The sofa is hairy, the windows are crusty,
The floor is all footprints, the furniture dusty.
The housekeeping suffers, but what do you care?
Who minds a few noseprints and a little more hair?
So let’s keep a puppy, you can always find room,
And a little more time for the dust cloth and broom.
There’s hardly a limit to the dogs you can add,
The thought of a cutback sure makes you sad.
Each one is so special, so useful, so funny.
The vet, the food bill grows larger, you owe money.
Your folks never visit, few friends come to stay,
Except other dog folks, who all live the same way.
Your lawn has now died, and your shrubs are dead too,
But your weekends are busy, you’re off with your crew.
There’s dog food and vitamins, training and shots.
And entries and travel and motels which cost lots.
Is it worth it, you wonder? Are you caught in a trap?
Then that favourite dog comes and climbs in your lap.
His look says you’re special and you know that you will
Keep all of the critters in spite of the bill.
Some are for showing and sometimes to breed.
But all are for loving, they all fill a need.
But winter’s a hassle, the dogs hate it too.
But they must have their walks though they’re numb and you’re blue.
Late evening is awful, you scream and you shout
At the Cavs on the sofa who refuse to go out.
The Cavs and the dog shows, the travel, the thrills,
The work and the worry, the pressure, the bills.
The whole thing seems worth it, the Cavs are your life.
They’re charming and funny and offset the strife.
Your life-style has changed.
Things won’t be the same.
Her eyes met mine as she walked down the corridor peering apprehensively into the kennels. I felt her need instantly and knew I had to help her. I wagged my tail, not too exuberantly, so she wouldn’t be afraid.
As she stopped at my kennel I blocked her view from a little accident I had in the back of m y cage. I didn’t want her to know that I hadn’t been walked today. Som………etimes the shelter keepers get too busy and I didn’t want her to think poorly of them.
… As she read my kennel card I hoped that she wouldn’t feel sad about my past. I only have the future to look forward to and want to make a difference in someone’s life. She got down on her knees and made little kissy sounds at me.
I shoved my shoulder and side of my head up against the bars to comfort her.
Gentle fingertips caressed my neck; she was desperate for companionship. A tear fell down her cheek and I raised my paw to assure her that all would be well.
Soon my kennel door opened and her smile was so bright that I instantly jumped into her arms. I would promise to keep her safe. I would promise to always be by her side. I would promise to do everything I could to see that radiant smile and sparkle in her eyes. I was so fortunate that she came down my corridor. So many more are out there who haven’t walked the corridors. So many more to be saved. At least I could save one.
I rescued a human today.