Saw this is the latest edition of Homer (The Retired Greyhound Trust Magazine.)
The Perfect Dog - Judy Zatonski
They came to find the perfect dog
To join their family
Altho' they had a massive choice
The one they picked was me
BUT...
I didn't match the sofa
I wee'd upon the floor
They said I took up to much space
And that I scratched the door
They claimed I was aggressive
That I didn't heed my name
It seems I was their 'whipping boy'
For everyone to blame
I "didn't meet requirements"
Was the phrase they used
So I was taken back again
Frightened and confused
A day was all it took them
To turn this hound away
How could this boy have learned the ropes
In just one single day?
And so once more I waited
As the visitors passed by
I felt somewhat despondent
As I tried to catch their eye
Then someone stopped to stroke me
My ears and chin they scratched
Could this be my lucky day?
(Their sofa would I match??)
And on that day they chose me....
But I was quite concerned
My confidence was shaken
In case I was returned
BUT...
I didn't have to worry
And very soon I found
That they love me 'warts and all'
I was their 'perfect hound'