On the first day of my stay here

I was looking at all the dogs

There were folks and smells and sounds and things

There were treats and chances and times

The first day I came there was a cage with a bed

And the ceiling with no view

The floor was cool and the feel was still

But the air was full of sound

I’ve been in the kennel, a dog with a new name

It felt good to be out of the rain

In the kennel, you can’t remember your name

‘Cause there ain’t no one for to give you no love

After 200 days in this kennel

My hopes have begun to feel dashed

After 200 days in the kennel, there’s little fun

But I hope to be looking soon at a river bed

And the story it might tell, of a river that flows

will make me happy to know of all that’s been said.

Come find me exclusively at the Humane Society of Boulder Valley: https://www.boulderhumane.org/ animals/?animalid=53923759