December 2nd 2008 5:32 pm
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by Denise Dubarbier, Wimbledon Greyhound Welfare, London
I didn't really want you,
I wasn't really sure,
And I'll admit I had my doubts,
When you came through that door.
Not small, or cute, or fluffy,
With big, soft puppy eyes,
But tall, and thin, and bony,
With bald, pink, bulging thighs.
You weren't the kind I had in mind,
Not in any way,
"Perhaps it would be better if I took you back today,
Before we know each other,
It really won't be kind,
To keep you here for one more day,
And then to change my mind."
Against my better judgment, I decide you could stay,
And quickly I discovered you were kind in every way,
Your gentleness and patience, they really stole the show,
"Why these dogs are wonderful, I must let others know!"
For you're my gentle giant,
Who just needed the chance,
To show us all what you could be,
To wipe away that history,
And dispel our preconceptions, which put us all to shame,
And so we come to know and love,
What lies beneath that frame.
Now I've come to understand,
What I missed right at the start,
That greyhounds need that big deep chest,
To house their generous heart.
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Awesome poem. My mom almost cried!