They brought me home at just 6 weeks old
and tied me outside though the night was so cold.
I was frightened and shivered, where was my mother?
I’d left her behind with my sisters and brother. 
                 
I needed her milk but the food here was dry,
For the coming 6 weeks all I did was to cry
My masters voice shouted “Shut up that row”
I was moved down the garden “We won´t hear him now”

My eyes are now dead , they show all my pain
As I lay in the heat on the end of a chain.
The chain is just one metre long,
Tell me what have I done wrong?
                     
I no longer bark, for what is the use?
My spirit has gone, how I long to be loose.
My dried food’s brought to me just once a week,
My master just dumps it, does not even speak. 
                 
I see no one at all from one day to the next,
Live in my own dirt, no joy to expect.                 
To my amazement, one day master came
“We’re going to let this damned dog off the chain,

I’ve been given a rottweiler to guard in the dark
That’s what we need , a dog that will bark”                       
They took me away, to where I don´t know 
“Get off wretched creature, time for you to go” 

Their car drove away, I was left all alone,
Which way to turn? I dont have a home.               
For months I survived eating scraps from a bin,
My hair fell out,   I became very thin.

Then a miracle happened. a lady came by,
She picked me up gently and tried not to cry.                   
I was driven again, to a refuge this time,
There were hundreds of dogs, but I knew I’d be fine.

I slowly recovered, the vet was so kind,
He gave me injections but I didn’t mind.                   
They were making me better to take me some day
To a place they called England a long way away.

Eight months passed by, very noisy and crowded,
But I was well fed and nobody shouted.               
The van came one day to take me and four others
To nice homes in England with kind fathers and mothers.

That’s where I live now, I have settled so well,
Seldom think of my days of  living hell.                         
Sometimes I think of the poor dog on my chain,
Just one of thousands cruelly treated in Spain.