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I looked at the people trying to see anyone I know.

The people looked at me and started to bid.
I wished I wasn't here, just wish that I'd hid.

Then off from the back of the room I did see.
The face of an angel looking right straight at me.

The angel raised her arm and began to shout.
I'll take her myself, I'll pay that amount.

Then I was carried away to a cage one last time.
I'd tried to be good and committed no crime.

The cages were opened and dogs left that place.
When my cage was opened I saw the angels face.

She picked me up and held me even though I smelled bad.
I knew by her voice the angel wasn't mad.

Then off to this place that I now call home.
By her side I will stay and never more roam.

I must have been blessed some time long ago.
Because when she holds me tight I just seem to glow.

I often times think about my life long ago.
Rescue people are really angels you

They save us from places called puppymills you see.
I pray all my brothers and sisters will someday be free.

Author unknown.

"'Twas the Night Before Christmas, in the Mills of Missouri"

'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the mills,
not a puppy was stirring, it was strangely quite still.
While back at the pole, Santa readied the sleigh,
to pick up these mill dogs; it was such a long way!

The reindeer were dressing all quick in a hurry
they were headed for RESCUE, and straight for MISSOURI!
On Dasher on Dancer on Comet and Cupid.
Those pups go to Pet Shops! We know! We're not stupid!

As his sleigh did approach, the mill gates opened wide,
Santa called to them all, and they all jumped inside!
On Poodles, on Bichons, on Golden Retrievers!
Grab up the babies, we save those for grievers!

On Westies, on Lhasas, on cute Weenie Boogers,
On Shih Tzus and Scotties, they're all sweet as sugar!
On Schnauzers, and Maltese, on Wire Haired Fox Terriers!
We've got room for ALL, the more now, the merrier!

And the sleigh just grew bigger as they all made more room,
these pups lives were changing! No more gloom and doom!
While out on the lawns there arose such a clatter
the millers ran out to see what was the matter!

When they found their "stock" gone, how the millers did sob,
while a Voice from above boomed, "GO GET A REAL JOB!"
As it seemed it could not get much better than this,
I started to wake, did I dream all of this???

There was no red sleigh, no reindeer with wings.
I guess it was sadly, just one of those things,
that you dream and you dream, till one day 'twill be.
That glorious day, when the mills are history!

And I think as we tell them, and tell them again,
soon it will be that we all know that when,
one buys from a pet shop, there are pups you don't see.
The Mama and Daddy, who are longing to be,
loved by a family, and scratched on their heads.
Not sleeping on wire, that are now called their beds.

One day it will be, oh how great that will feel!
We won't mill our puppies like paper and steel!
And I heard it exclaimed as I woke up that night,
we won't stand for this, we'll stand up and fight!

With each breath we do have and each word we do say,
we’ll tell about the mills, till that glorious day,
when the mills are all outlawed, and all over Missouri,
The occupation of milling, will be but a memory.

Author:
Robin Presnall www.smallpaws.com

Day after day..
each one the same,
another year older
a little more lame
left out in the weather
with little protection
my body is sore
and hot with infection
in the freezing cold
or the searing heat
with nothing but wire
beneath swollen feet
my food bowl is empty
my water dish dry
What did I do??
please tell me, why?
the litters come
and the litters go
where do they take them?
I don't know...
is this a bad joke?
or a horrible game?
I have no home
not even a name
no one to love me
no one to care
no one to bathe me
and brush my hair
my teeth are rotting
my eyes are encrusted
where are the people
to whom I'm entrusted?
I cry every night...
so afraid, don't you see?
could this be the life
God intended for me?
someone, speak for me
I am losing my will
take me out of this hell
called a Puppymill.....
Peggy Wilson 5-24-00

I wanted to share a poem I wrote, I was inspired by my
new baby, CHIPPER, I love her already:}
Cindy and furbabies

can someone save me please ,It is cold and dark,
They have taken my voice, I can't even bark

can someone save me please, My floor is wood, wire and
dirt
my feet are cut and bleeding, they are swollen and
hurt

can someone save me please, my water bowl is dry
sometimes God sends me a drink from the sky

   can someone save me please, my pup's have been sold
they are gone, and now I have no one to hold

can someone save me please, I am covered in ice and
snow
I am cold and shivering, my spirit has sunken very low

can someone save me please, my leg is broken and
bleeding
just a little bandage and love is all I'm needing

can someone save me please, I promise I will be good
   I won't be any trouble, and do what I should......

   Someone has saved me, it is no longer cold and dark
    I am warm and safe, lying by the children in the
park

some one has saved me, I no longer live in
wood, wire, and dirt
my feet aren't swollen, and no longer hurt

Someone has saved me, my water bowl is no longer dry,
But I still like the drink that God sends me from
the sky

Someone has saved me, and I will never be sold,
They love me and kiss me, I have someone to hold

someone has saved me, I am no longer covered in ice and
snow
I lay by the fire, and watch it's amber glow

someone has saved me, my leg is no longer broken and
bleeding,
they gave me the bandage and love I was needing

Someone has saved me, my life is very good
my mama, say's I'm no trouble and always do what I
should

From a Dog to His Crabby Owner,
>
When you first brought me home with you,
You used to like to play.
You promised me that in your heart
Forever I would stay.
>
Something's happened lately
And I don't know what to do.
It's time that I remind you
Of why God sent me to you.
>
Your voice is loud and angry
When you're talking on the phone.
You growl a lot and say
That I should just leave you alone.
>
You know that I can't do that,
It's the crime of canine crimes,
I will be right there by your side
In both good and bad times.
>
I know there's human things
That I will never understand,
But I think that I am helping
When I lick your tired hand.
>
I hope I make you happy
When I fetch my favorite toy,
It used to be a lot of fun
It used to bring you joy.
>
You used to like to talk to me
And look into my eyes,
You knew there was a great spirit
Behind a canine disguise.
>
I love you even though you're mad
Your voice I will obey,
I hope that you still love me, too,
Although you will not say.
>
I'll remind you now
Of why I came here from above,
To give to you and teach you
All about pure selfless love.
>
So remember this about those things
That make you seem so sad,
You'd realize, if you'd play with me,
That nothing's quite that bad.
>
Love always,
Your dog.

Kristine Jones

I Died Today

Dear Mom and Dad,

I died today. You got tired of me and took me to the shelter. They
were overcrowded and I drew
an unlucky number. I am in a black plastic bag in a
landfill now. Some other puppy will get the barely used leash you
left. My collar was dirty and too
small, but the lady took it off before she sent me to the Rainbow
Bridge.

Would I still be at home if I hadn't chewed your shoe? I didn't know
what it was, but it was leather,
and it was on the floor. I was just playing. You forgot to get puppy
toys.

Would I still be at home if I had been housebroken? Rubbing my nose
in
what I did only made me
ashamed that I had to go at all. There are books and obedience
teachers that would have taught you
how to teach me to go to the door.

Would I still be at home if I hadn't brought fleas into the house?
Without anti-flea medicine, I
couldn't get them off of me after you left me in the yard for days.

Would I still be at home if I hadn't barked? I was only saying, "I'm
scared, I'm lonely, I'm here, I'm
here! I want to be your best friend."

Would I still be at home if I had made you happy? Hitting me didn't
make me learn how.

Would I still be at home if you had taken the time to care for me and
to teach manners to me? You
didn't pay attention to me after the first week or so, but I spent
all
my time waiting for you to love
me.

I died today.

Love,

Your Puppy

Cindy Farr