I don't know where my people are
Or if they'll come once more.
I must have walked for miles and miles
Because my feet are sore.
And now I'm in a concrete run
That's very cold and bare.
I haven't got a hand to pat.
I haven't got my chair.
I haven't got my collar on
Or a thing to call my own.
The fence is very tall and strong
And I am all alone.
Now someone's come and taken me
I wish that I could hide.
Perhaps another concrete run
Will finish up the ride,
But I am led into a house
That's cosy as can be.
Where there are several other dogs
That look a bit like me.
I have a bowl of lovely meat
A collar new and brown,
And a big bed with a blanket
Where I can settle down.
A man has come to see my feet
His touch so warm and light.
He's put some soothing ointment on
Which makes me feel alright.
Then later on some people came
To have a look at me.
I felt quite bright and cheerful
And grateful to be free.
The lady cried, and said I was
The IMage of her "Ned",
And could they take me straight away,
And how had I been fed.
I had my nice new collar on,
A great big bag of meat,
Another bag with biscuit
And the ointment for my feet.
The lady stroked and patted me
A thing I'd grown to miss.
And so I nestled up to her
And licked her with a kiss.
Now I am settled in my home
A fire is blazing there
I have my collar, and my bone and what is more....A CHAIR!