Dreaming of a Savior

What did I do to deserve this?   I try to be good but still no food tonight.   The pain of the fleas biting my backside is almost too much to bear.  I am too weak to runaway so I lay down in my own filth, dreaming of the day someone will rescue me.    Suddenly I hear an unfamiliar voice at the gate.  I am scared that this man has come to hurt me.  I growl and bark but the man is not scared. He tells me it is going to be ok.  He snaps the 10 pound chain tied around my neck off.  He picks me up and carries me to his truck.  A sense of relief floods over me and I lick my savior on the chin, finnally I have a chance to live and love.


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