This is a heart tugging plea from one frightened puppy.
I was listening to a news bulletin on four five week old pups having been found in a box by a main road.
Thankfully they were alright and it must have been a miracle that they were found in time because the temperature’s are so cold at night at the moment.
At least they are in the warm now and cared for by caring people; thank goodness for these rescue centres.

Hence this little poem which I just had to compose and publish.

Dogs are a joy to have.

Cute, puppy.

The foster puppy stayed with us for a week — and already is going to a new home. I’m sad to see her go, but glad she will be placed.

This is a poem I wrote back in middle school about a dog of mine that died.

A poem about young love, and how it’s only as real as you make it.

This story touches my heart.

One night a strange fog rolled in. I said to mom "i’m kinda confused, mom." "fall night are supposed to be calm and clear." I could tell she was tired but worried. "what are we going to do, mommy?!?" I know what your thinking…

I am trying to raise money for sending my dog to the vet.

This is just a little something that popped out of my head one day, its just about a pet and his master, nothing more to say bout it except that the emotions felt in this were the emotions I was feeling when I wrote it, I hope you enjoy it.