Next week is my birthday,
which means I will turn one,
I don't know what that means for me
but they say my best present will come for me today.
A family have decided they would like me in their home,
they say they've had experience with a breed of mine before.
They know that I'm not toilet trained,
they know that I can bite,
they have all of my background,
yet they still offer me a chance.
They visited a few times,
to see me behind bars,
but every time they came too close
I showed them my sharp teeth.
They said they understood me,
and knew it would take time,
so they coaxed me out into their car
and drove me to their home.
At first it wasn't bad there,
no cupboard beneath the stairs
and no cat to scratch my face.
And since it was my birthday,
I got a brand new cage!
This one fits me better
and now I can turn around,
it feels a lot more comfortable
than the concrete kennel ground.
My family say they love me,
even though I don't like them.
They say it doesn't matter
for their best gift to me was time.
Night time came, and for once I was not alone,
for they gave me a giant teddy
which would be my very own.
So here I am at one year old,
and what a year it's been.
I wonder if I could ever belong
in this safest home I've ever known,
in the most complicated world
that I have so far been shown.
