The Human Society
Dear Friends,
I said a last goodbye to my beloved chow dog BEAR today. Let the folowing be for him. I
wrote it some time ago. He was a shelter dog.
JBR
THE HUMAN SOCIETY
The Human Society is an organization,
Dedicated to the prevention of abuse,
To humans by dogs.
Dogs start their devious work,
With that sad helpless irresistible face,
At the local animal shelter.
So you pay $50 to take them home.
Only to discover within 24 hours,
That they are priceless.
They steal your heart, eat the food you bought them,
Then eat the food you bought for yourself.
They take over your furniture,
And lay down in the floor,
Precisely in your way.
They command your bed,
Taking over your favorite pillow,
Without a second thought.
Then, I repeat, then they keep you,
From getting angry at them,
With all their wiles,
From sad faces, to silly antics, to joyfully meeting you at the door.
Someone needs to protect us poor humans,
From their loving honesty.
Maybe a big mean one-eared cat,
With bad tuna breath,
Is the answer.
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