Finding A Forever Home

          Early one morn' when a tiny pup,
          My Mama wept out of control.
          With teary eyes she cried, and said,
          "Today you're being sold."

          Still whimpering, she promised,
          "You'll have a `great life' little boy.
          Very soon you'll forget about us,
          And be someone's pride and joy."

          She said, "You're off to a `forever home,'
          `Cause that's what fur babies do.
          That's Mother Nature's plan for pups,
          You'll be loved and cared for too."

          But I was only six weeks old,
          Way too young to be on my own.
          I needed my Mama and littermates.
          I trembled, cried, and moaned.

          Those new people were never home.
          If they loved me, it didn't show.
          Alone in a cage, I cried all day,
          And the hours crept by so slow.

          Within a few days we took a trip,
          I was dumped where homeless dogs stay.
          As I searched their eyes for answers,
          They just turned and walked away.

          I had been good, even though afraid,
          And wondered, "what did I do wrong?"
          A baby schnauzer needs lots of love,
          And to feel they really belong.

          Three whole weeks I bounced around,
          As confused as a pup could be.
          It wasn't like Mama promised at all,
          A "great life" wasn't meant for me.

          Every day I woke up scared,
          Would I move again today?
          Why couldn't anyone love me?
          They just kept throwing me away.

          Finally two more people arrived,
          I sensed only warmth this time.
          They scooped me up and kissed me,
          And said, "now your life will be divine."

          They took me to a wonderful home,
          With another doggy and tons of toys.
          They say I'm called a rescue dog,
          But mainly I'm a much-loved boy.

          At last my "great life" has begun,
          And no more will my heart ache.
          We snuggle close in bed at night,
          And I get kisses when I wake.

          My heart smiles in my "forever home,"
          And love sparkles in my people's eyes.
          I'm only touched with gentle hands,
          And baby Hank never, ever cries.

~ Kathleene S. Baker ~

[ by: Kathleene S. Baker (, Copyright © 2005 -- {used with permission} ]


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