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Puppy farm blues PUPPY FARM BLUES No one to hear my lonely cry, No one to clean my filthy sty, No one to care if I give a scream, I'm just a fat puppy machine. No fun and games, nor yips and barks, No cool pond to go splish splash, No rustling grass or bunny tracks, No scented woods to sprint and dash. No chance of sun upon my back , Nor to hear the song of the lark, No one to hear my desperate bark, All there is , is the cold and the dark. No toys to play with, No bouncing ball, No leads and wellies in the hall, No one to teach me how to 'sit'. Sometime there's change, So I've been told , By the empty crates, Of the sick and old. No one to hear my lonely cry, No on to care if I live or die. |
So so sad :( :( :( |
So sad. this is now the second time in 5 minutes that i have welled up with tears. I cannot wait to run home from work and just hug and kiss my little Rocco. |
:cry: .. that is so heartbreaking.. some people have no souls |
How sad :( |
oh my.... that is a heartbreaker |
:unlove: My heart is breaking. |
Very sad, and unfortunately too true. My husband and I were just dreaming the other day about someday living on an acreage, (actually after watching Westminster) we got pretty into the dreaming, started talking about the dogs how we could set up the place for them to enjoy... We got talking about how animals are sorely abused around our parts (lots of farms) outside. I will show this to him too, it puts into words what we were talking about Thanks for sharing :unlove: |
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