I am one and a half years old now
and my fur has all grown back.
I've managed to gain some weight-
I am looking much better, they say.
Apparently I have less of a chance of getting out of here
because I've lost my puppy looks
and my anxieties put people off.
I am in a kennel on my own these days
because I started to fight with other dogs -
but it wasn't me who started it,
the bigger dogs just never left me alone.
I don't mind it on my own, it is how I like to be.
I even found Shadow, a friend I used to know
when I lived beneath the stairs.
He dances on my walls and sometimes across the floor,
I try so hard to catch him but he is faster than before.
He is the only thing I have now,
since I destroy everything I am given,
but living on my own was becoming such a bore.
I'm slowly getting better with the humans who work here,
they give me lots of space, patience, and lots of time.
I think I might be ready now to try another home.
Maybe by tomorrow, a family will notice me,
one that gives me all I need
to help me understand this world
that I think I am ready to know.
