He came to us from a shelter,
His first year had been helter skelter,
His other owner must have treated him badly,
He hated men, growled at me, most sadly…
He gave Rene a bit of a lick,
But treated me like a big dead stick,
Just walked past me, growling & showing his teeth,
He certainly wasn’t happy with me, under a desk he hid beneath…
The shelter took good care of him, but,
It was time for him to find a family & accept men,
I lay on the floor and let him over me walk,
I whispered to him when I did at him talk…
He finally let me play with his favorite toy,
I knew deep down inside he was a really good boy,
We did then go home, leaving Rufuz for another time,
When we got back, he did remember us both,
And treated me better, than the first time…
It took some training,
He has had to learn a few things,
Though each thing he learned didn’t take much explaining,
He was & is a really smart guy,
He’s traveled with us both on low road & high,
Now he has bonded with me, his anger towards men,
He cannot now remember why…
© Ed ~~~ 12/21/08
And now Mean Tall Woman says she's gonna call you 'Lays With Dogs.' (It's a Native American thing.)
He saw that you'd treat him with the love and dignity he deserves, that's why he's forgotten his anger. Well done, and congratulations!
(((HUGS))) and love, and Merry Christmas!, Karla.
The love you show for Rufuz always comes shining through. Sometimes friendships have to be earned, like his did for you. Animals are such special creatures, I can't understand why anyone would hurt them.
Mary
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I'm glad Rufuz is such a love