Diary of a Rescue Dog - Sticky Dog - (Part Fifteen)

by Baby Rainbow   Jun 1, 2015


Tomorrow came and tomorrow went,
still no one wanted me.
Apparently I became a sticky dog,
though I don't know what that means.

I am almost three years old now,
patiently waiting for one more chance,
but every day that passes by,
I slowly lose my hope.

I have a personal trainer here, who knows me very well.
I've learned a lot of manners and I can also give a paw,
but most of all my confidence has almost been restored.

So, if you happen to see my photograph
whilst you are browsing dogs online,
please stop by and visit me,
for I am ready now to let you help me find my place
in this world that I recently learned could also be such fun.

Saffie
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