Something Special Castaways Rescue
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| SOMETHING SPECIAL I sit quietly, alone in the back of my kennel. People come and go, sometimes they will ask “What kind of dog is that?” The staff says, “Oh, he’s just a mutt, he’s nothing special.” That’s me, I feel like nothing special now. Many people come and go and it’s always the same. “Oh, he’s just a mutt, he’s nothing special.” I guess they are right, cause I’m still here and alone. Yet another lady comes by and asks, “What kind of dog is that?” And once again, “nothing special” This lady seems different. She crouches down and says “Come here boy.” I hesitate and try to ignore her so I am not disappointed again. Something in her voice, in her eyes… I can’t help myself… I go to her and wag my tail, her touch is gentle, her voice is kind. She says to me… “Come on boy, you are going home with me because To me you are Something Special. |
