Puppy Mill Dog
I had the misfortune to wind up in this place
No grass beneath my feet, no sun on my face
How I long to cry out but I can not speak
A pipe down my throat now I can not make a peep
Tumors on my stomach from being over bred
No rest between litters not sure how many I have had
But I must keep going because the alternative is bad
When I can no long produce, there will be a shot to the head
My soul is wounded , my body grows weak
Cramped in this small cage with wire that cuts into my feet
No warm area or dry bedding to rest my head.
All around me there is only pain and misery ahead
Their will be no Vet treatment coming, it cut into profits you see
We suffer from broken bones, open sores and infections
Coats so matted we can not move our limbs, this is our fate until the end
Hide behind your rights so no one can see you care not for dogs but simple GREED !!!!
The fate of mans best friend is in your hands
Vote "Yes" on Prop B come election day !!! |