Diary of a Rescue Dog - Scrappy (Part Nine)

I'm nine months old and I live on the streets,
but I am quickly learning the ropes.
Life is so much clearer when humans are not around.

I found a little shop with a bucket by the door,
and every day I visit to see what is in store.
Today was just the same as I travelled on my way,
but as I approached the shop, a man was walking towards me.

I froze, and then I ran, hiding around the bend,
and when the coast was clear, I returned to eat my meal.
A shiny bowl was now on the ground,
with delicious sausages inside,
and every day that I returned
it was the same thing that I found.

Weeks had passed and I survived,
every now and then exchanging glances with this man
who owned the corner shop.
I began to trust him a little more,
and slowly but surely, he coaxed me to his door.

Then one day I felt his hand as it grabbed me by the throat,
just like the way my master's used to do.
I growled and I fought, I even tried to bite,
but he attached me to a rope and tied me to a post.
He didn't speak my language, yet whispered in my ear:

"Shh, everything is going to be alright,
you don't need to starve any more."

But I continued to growl and bite,
desperate to escape.
I did not want to be part of their world
that I had failed so much to understand!

Saffie
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12/5/15