A Rescue poem by Arlene pace how does the third group help the dogs on the streets
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Once I was a lonely dog,
just looking for a home.
I had no place to go,
no one to call my own.
I wandered up and down the streets,
in rain in heat and snow.
I ate whatever I could find,
I was always on the go.
My skin would itch, my feet were sore,
my body ached with pain.
And no one stopped to give a pat
or to gently say my name.
I never saw a loving glance,
I was always on the run,
for people thought that hurting me
was really lots of fun.
And then one day I heard a voice
so gentle, kind and sweet,
and arms so soft reached down to me
and took me off my feet.
"No one again will hurt you"
was whispered in my ear.
"You'll have a home to call your own,
where you will know no fear."
"You will be dry, you will be warm,
you'll have enough to eat.
And rest assured that when you sleep,
your dreams will all be sweet."
I was afraid I must admit,
I've lived so long in fear.
I can't remember when I let
a human come so near.
And as she tended to my wounds
and bathed and brushed my fur,
she told me about the rescue group
and what it meant to her.
She said, "We are a circle,
a line that never ends.
And in the center there is you
protected by new friends."
"And all around you are
the ones that check the pounds,
and those that share their home
after you've been found."
"And all the other folk
are searching near and far.
To find the perfect home for you,
where you can be a star."
She said, "There is a family,
that's waiting patiently,
and pretty soon we'll find them,
just you wait and see."
"And then they'll join our circle
they'll help to make it grow,
so they'll be room for more like you,
who have no place to go."
I waited very patiently,
the days they came and went.
Today's the day I thought,
my family will be sent.
Then just when I began to think
it wasn't meant to be,
there were people standing there
just gazing down at me.
I knew them in a heart beat,
I could tell they felt it too.
They said, "We have been waiting
for a special dog like you."
Now every night I say a prayer
to all the gods that be.
"Thank you for the life I live
and all you've given me.
But most of all protect the dogs
in the pound and on the street.
And send a Rescue Person
to lift them off their feet."
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When I was in New Mexico last month, my boyfriend and I went to the Ojo Caliente Mineral Springs resort and spa for a weekend getaway. The spa was wonderful and the views were amazing. We hated to leave, but we had a day planned to visit some tribal ruins and Santa Fe, so we reluctantly packed up and headed out to the car. When we approached the backside of the parking lot, I heard a dog barking.
As usual when I hear this sound in a parking lot, I thought to myself, “Please don’t be a dog left in a car.” Unfortunately, it was. It was the summer in New Mexico at high noon, and some idiot left her dog in the car. I gave Mike the look that he knows means our afternoon plans were about to take a detour, and he settled in for the journey.
The first step I took, which you should always do, was to go back into the spa and ask them to try to find the owner. Luckily, they were very agreeable. After about an hour of being unable to locate the owner, the next step was to call the police.
I started with 911, but they weren’t sure where to send me because animal control was not available on the weekends. So they suggested I call the state police. To my surprise, both a local and a state police officer showed up in no time. I was so pleased. (Note: The windows were cracked, and I stayed assessed of the temperature. If I felt he was in immediate danger, I could have legally broken the window.)
Not long after they removed the dog from the car, the owner showed up. I was fully prepared to tear into her, but the state police officer gave it to her so bad I didn’t have to say a word. He was calm but disputed every ridiculous excuse she had and completely put her in her place. It was fantastic.
Luckily, this story ended well, but every year hundreds of dogs die in cars in the US. On an 80-90 degree day, the inside of the car can reach 120-160 degrees within 10 minutes. Please never leave your dog in a hot car, and never just walk by if you see an animal trapped in a car. You may be the only hope to save them from intense suffering and possibly death.
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