Dave (for the kiddies)

He was forced to stay outside

While others lived indoors.

Never loved—alone he cried;

For food, he begged for more.

He was beaten, scared and shy;

Ill treatment he’d received;

He missed his mom, for he was young,

So he lay alone and grieved.

I took the puppy from that place,

His little life to save.

I nursed him back to comfort in my home,

And named him “Dave”.

I didn’t plan to keep him,

But feared he’d meet with doom

If he was placed into a home

Where compassion found no room.

So, anyway, I let him stay—

He seemed to fit right in,

And with Charlie, Dolly, Lucy,

And Bubba Mo made friends.

The biggest paws I ever saw,

And, boy, that mutt could eat!

Quite a giant he’d become

If he grew to match those feet!

And grow, he did—a massive brute!

He plays and sleeps inside.

I take him everywhere I go,

‘Cause Davis loves to ride!

He keeps me safe from strangers,

For he knows that I’m the one

Who rescued him at tender age,

And gave a loving home.

All he needed was a chance

To prove what he can give

To one who offers kindness

And a happy place to live.

Had I not happened by that day,

And heard that puppy’s cries,

I hate to think what might have been—

I expect he would have died.

A friend I found that fateful day;

I feel it in my bones

That angels sent me by that way

To rescue Davis Jones.