I Adopted Your Dog Today

I adopted your dog today

The one you left at the pound

The one you had for seven years

and no longer wanted around.

I adopted your dog today

Do you know he's lost weight?

Do you know he's scared and depressed

and has lost all faith?

I adopted your dog today.

he had fleas and a cold,

but don't worry none.

You've unburdened your load.

I adopted your dog today.

Were you having a baby or moving away?

Did you suddenly develop allergies

or was there no reason he couldn't stay?

I adopted your dog today.

he doesn't play or eat much

He's very depressed,

but he will learn again to trust.

I adopted your dog today.

And here he will stay.

He's found his forever home

and a warm bed on which to lay.

I adopted your dog today.

And I will give him all that he could need.

Patience, love, security, and understanding.

Hopefully he will forget your selfish deed. -Author Unknown

In Memory Of A Man That Tried

I really want to say something profound here. I really want to speak of happy memories and great times. The truth is, well, the truth is, I have to write the way it was.

Patrick left this planet on December 16, 2007. He was a good man. Though he was wrought with a disease (alcohol) he tried to live a clean life. He loved me, I truly believe he loved me. But I also truly believe that it was not the right time for us. I was grieving my own loss, my life was changing and the choices I had been making weren't very good for me.

Patrick was there for me, whatever I wanted, if it was within his power, he made it happen for me. I wanted to go to Minnesota (so I thought), I couldn't handle it. I couldn't tell him I couldn't handle it. I don't know why I couldn't handle it, but he suffered from my turmoil.

Then, I HAD to come back to Texas. He said, "yes, babe, whatever you want". He came with. He left his life in Minnesota, a job, his family, because I wanted it. He wanted what I wanted. When that wasn't working for me, when I still could not find peace and happiness, I left him. I couldn't tell him why I left him, but he suffered from my turmoil.

My life spiraled out of control after that. I moved back in with Patrick, I moved out again. Then I showed up on his doorstep without warning. He let me in, but he suffered from my turmoil. He accepted me and whatever came with that, he accepted it.

He died. I regret never really saying I was sorry for all the grief and heartache I put on him. So, I'm saying it now; Patrick, I'm so very sorry.

Peace ~ Out
Teresa

My Dogs Live Here

MY DOGS LIVE HERE

My dogs live here, they're here to stay.

you don't like pets, be on your way.

they share my home, my food, my space

this is their home, this is their place.

You will find dog hair on the floor,

they will alert you're at the door.

they may request a little pat,

a simple "no" will settle that.

It gripes me when I hear you say

"just how is it you live this way?

they smell, they shed,

they're in the way..

"WHO ASKED YOU? is all I can say..

They love me more than anyone,

my voice is like the rising sun,

they merely have to hear me say

"C'mon girls, time to go and play

"then tails wag and faces grin,

they bounce and hop and make a din.

They never say "no time for you",

they're always there, to GO and DO.

and if I'm sad? They're by my side

and if I'm mad? they circle wide

and if I laugh, they laugh with me

they understand, they always see.

so once again, I say to you

come visit me, but know this too..

My dogs live here,

they're here to stay.

you don't like pets, be on your way.

they share my home, my food, my space

this is their home, this is their place.

- Author Unknown