Monday, February 15, 2010
The sole puppy left in the pound. Wandering away from home I wound up lost and found. The kind and loving family that I thought I once knew, haven't come to rescue me. I feel like a lost shoe. Time is running out. They better get here fast. Dog's that aren't puppies don't seem to last. No one wants an old dog. WE sleep from dusk til dawn. I hope my family finds me, I don;t have very long.