My trainer cuddled into me,
as she poured her heart into my fur...

I am currently twelve weeks old
and this world is ever-changing...

Next week is my birthday,
which means I will turn one...

I know I will soon be eleven,
and my bones are growing weak...

My appeal in the newspaper seems to have worked,
for I have found myself a home...

I've lived here for a week now,
my family seem okay...

My new master is asleep on the couch,
surrounded by empty bottles from the night before...

My life was going splendidly,
I was the happiest dog alive...

I woke up in a strange place I had never been...
the noise was almost deafening...

My visit didn't last long,
and I was re-homed within the month...

I have a home, I have a home,
I am going home today...

My new mum has been so kind to me,
she has kept me for a year...