The Perfect Dog.

They came to find the perfect dog
To join their family
Altho' they had a massive choice
The one they picked was me.


I didn't match the sofa,
I wee'd upon the floor
They said I took up too much space
And that I scratched the door.

They claimed I was aggressive
That I didn't heed my name
It seems I was their 'whipping boy'
For everyone to blame.

I "didn't meet requirements"
Was the phrase they used
So I was taken back again
Frightened and confused.

A day was all it took them
To turn this hound away
How could this boy have learned the ropes
In Just one single day?

And so once more I waited
As the visitors passed by
I felt somewhat despondent
As I tried to catch their eye.

Then someone stopped to stroke me
My ears and chin they scratched
Could this be my lucky day
(Their sofa would I match??)

And on that day they chose me
But I was quite concerned
My confidence was shaken
In case I was returned.


I didn't have to worry
And very soon I found
That they loved me 'warts and all'
I was their perfect hound.

J Zatonski 2009.

Isla 2

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