My name is Dug,
I am three,
I haven’t had the,
Best life you see.

When I was younger,
My owners were mean,
I was kicked, hit, shot,
And was never ever clean.

They said I was useless,
No good at all,
I wasn’t strong enough,
I was too small.

They made me wine,
They found it fun,
They made me weak,
I never won.

I cried out in pain,
I wimpered galore,
I tried to run,
But i can't anymore.


I wish I was found,
I wish i weren’t dead,
Now my owners,
Are abusive to Fred.

It won’t be long
‘Till he is with me,
We are just two,
In a line of many.

There is a whole line,
Who they have and will use,
Someone please stop them,
Before they abuse.

We’re only some dogs,
No one will help,
Why would they care?
They can’t hear us yelp.

Why are they lazy?
Why are they cruel?
Why do they use us,
Like we're a tool?

Humans are blind,
They cannot see,
Whats happened here,
whats happened to me!

My name is Dug,
I am three,
No one has ever,
Ever loved me.

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Texte: copyrighted by strabberyshortcake
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 05.11.2010

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