Five months old, and my family exchange me for some cash,
to some strangers in a car park -
I am so desperate for attention that I jump all over them
with affection, which they seem to appreciate well.
They take me to a new home,
completely different from the last.
This one is quite high off the ground
and has no garden for me to play in.
But to my surprise,
I find something I have desperately been waiting for;
someone else a bit like me,
who can hopefully help me to understand.
I erupt with the excitement of my discovery
and chase them through the house,
but it hisses and growls at me,
before scratching me in the face!
My new owners lecture me in a language I don't understand,
and by the end of the day I find myself
back in the crate which so far has been my life.
I cannot turn around in it,
I cannot sit or stand,
no one seems to notice this,
so I decide to try my voice.
I bark and whine and yelp and howl,
all the way through the night,
and through all of the commotion
I couldn't hold my toilet in.
When morning came and my pack awoke,
they didn't seem best pleased,
for when they opened up my door
they screamed and screamed and screamed.
They say I am a bad dog,
they say it all day long.
I cannot touch the rabbit, the gerbil nor the cat,
I cannot chew the shoes, and I certainly can't pee on that!
I find myself back in this crazy world
that I cannot understand,
but one thing I understand clearly
is that tomorrow, the bad dog is going back!
Five months old,
lost and confused,
in a complicated world that I never asked to be born into!
