My dog I rescued
From the pound
She sat sad-eyed
Nose to the ground;
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Ten years ago I rescued my truest friend, the last dog, in the last cage, of the last row of the pound. We are inseparable and committed to the bond we made that day....staring into each other's eyes, I often wonder who rescued who? They promised me my dog, Shamus would get no bigger than sixty-five lbs...he's now 130 lbs. More to love! Most of my best friends have been four legged! PEACE to paws....
yes, as Voltaire said, the more I see dogs, the less I like men. endorse Susan's comment.