Wow wow wow,

I love point of view poems so much, because it always gives insight to what another person ( or in this case a dog is feeling or maybe cat) but this poem spoke volumes about what it is like when a new born is well born and how scary and dark it is to be taken away from the only family you have ever known. I do like the wording most here because you can picture the scene happening and you feel like you are the one who the main character is speaking of, you feel like the himan. 5/5

I don't even know where to begin. I am a big animal lover and it breaks my heart to see how the trade these puppies in for cash.
All they want to do is keep the cash flow going. By the time those poor puppies are six weeks old they breeding the female again. It's a shame. They don't care who gets the puppy as long as they have the money. It is sad and thank you for haring this. I am sure there are many out there feeling the way you and I do.