Get Your Premium Membership

Abandoned

Poet's Notes
(Show)

Become a Premium Member and post notes and photos about your poem like Speaks Volumes.


https://www.poetrysoup.com/images/bio_images/WENDYHorder143433/photos/ps_d-3094.jpg

One night about a year ago, we heard whimpering at our door. One of us had to get up and go, didn’t reckon for what was in store. A dog, with a note “look after our dog we don’t want him anymore. We know you are good people, we have watched you at the shops. Some were shaking their heads and demanding all that noise stops. We saw you give a woman with 4 screaming kids a bag of lolly pops." Referring to the dog, tied to our veranda lattice, the note went on to say, "He isn’t a bad dog and doesn’t eat much, its just that he won’t ever obey. We can’t control him, and he never stops crying, right up to this very day." It was a cold night, so we brought him in after we finally got him untied. At midnight he was warmly soaking in the laundry tub, once inside. To warm him up, get him clean and to kill every flee that we spied. Wrapped him in an old towel and realized we had a big decision to make. The burning question, what to do for the poor dog and for our sake. We hadn’t planned on getting a dog. Quite a responsibility to undertake. Finally he stopped whimpering, and on a blanket settled down to sleep. We would sleep on the burning question whether to give away or keep. In the morning we were surprised, we got up and didn’t hear a peep. My husband said good morning he called the dog ‘Bandon’ to my surprise. “Well” he said “he is an A Bandon’d dog,” Which sounded quite wise. Having a look at him, he was a handsome dog with large bright eyes. A metal dish we used for BBQ’s had already been painted with his name. It seemed we had made “our” decision, a majority of one just the same. He ate well wagging his tail all the while, and when we called, he came. Now it was time to work out a budget to handle our new expenses. Dog food, vet, registration, lead and collar Had we lost our senses? And then the matter of building and fortifying all our gates and fences. Well that was all a year ago and time has past and I am happy to relate, We have a terrific friend. If he sees it left open, he closes the gate. He was a Bandon’d , now daily, for us to get home, he will sit and wait. We love this little fella, his happy ways give us more than we give. He learns something new every day. Home is now such a fun place to live. A bag of lolly pops made us eligible. To those that gave him up we forgive .

Copyright © | Year Posted 2023




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

Poet has turned off commenting.



Book: Shattered Sighs