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Sunday 4 December 2016

BUYING A DOG FOR CHRISTMAS? WHY?



The children wake on Christmas day, then run to wake their parents up. The noise and happy laughter prove, that Santa Claus has left a pup. When he sits upon the mat, they put on him a paper hat. He runs and tries to catch his tail, the children shriek and laugh and wail. With shiny nose and head on paws, the little dog from Santa Claus, curls up asleep upon the mat, at last some peace for tabby cat.

The days of bliss roll on and on, til all the puppy fat has gone. Another Christmas comes around, once more the children's laughter sound. Other toys around the fire, dog is left of him they tire. "Get out the way you great big brute, you're standing on my brand new flute". He tries to join in all their fun, "Get off you're standing on my gun". With head hung low and tail on legs , he slinks upstairs to lie by beds. Discarded like the older toys this Christmas there will be no joys.

Christmas comes then Christmas goes, sunshine soon replaces snow. Brochures out, so they say "Where to go on holiday?". The Costa Brava, Ballyhog..."Hey what do we do with the dog?" Now a problem has arose, on golden paws he lays his nose, his big brown eyes shine in the light "I'll take him for a drive tonight".

After tea they take the lead "Let me go too" his eyes do plead. "Come on Butch", he jumps with glee "He's going out and taking me!". With wagging tail and running feet, he jumps on to the cars back seat. To the park he wants to go, he wonders does his master know. Butch bumps his nose on window pane, the car has stopped in quiet lane. The dog jumps out and sniffs around, then he hears familiar sound. His masters starting up once more, he runs and scratches on the door.

Left alone in quiet lane, paws bleeding body racked with pain. The dog has run four days or more, looking for his masters door. No familiar sight or sound, he lays exhausted on the ground. "Would he do it, could it be...he's driven off abandoned me?" At last he wakes and gives a moan, through bars he sees the stray dogs home. To be his home for just one week if he's not claimed he's put to sleep. A week goes by, no word at all, they lead him down the whitewashed hall.

What did he do,what was his crime... he was born at Christmas time !!!!! 😢



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