Gnash is three years old now
A dark thin dog with scars
His owner barely feeds him
And keeps him behind bars.
Through the day he’s locked up
To enable customers to do deals
With Mr Plenty the Scrapman,
for his engines exhausts and wheels
At night he’s allowed out
To wander where he will
Amongst the scrap and debris
Watching, Waiting, till
He hears a noise or voices
Then he’s immediately on his guard
His fur stands up upon his back
The job really isn’t hard
To understand his attitude to humans
Based on his experience
He knows they’ll run like billyo
When they see him flying to the fence.
He’s chased vandals round the compound
He’s tasted a burglars flesh
Everybody knows he’s there
Waiting behind the wire mesh
No one dares to trespass
In that respect his jobs well done
They tease him unmercifully
But it’s his only form of fun.
No ones ever kind to him
No one ever comes to pat
That dark scarred face of his
It’s much too late for that!
Although he’s thin, he’s also fit
What will be his fate?
He could still be suffering when he reaches eight.
The quiet little bitch that
Mr & Mrs Average took home
Is also 3 years old now
And has a territory to roam
No bars or barbed wire keep her in
She’s outside as soon as she can
To meet up with all her doggy friends
They’re better company than man.
She’s had quite a few boyfriends
And a lot more offspring beside
But they were taken from her
She doesn’t know that they all died.
Never mind, she’ll try again
And keep on trying till
She’s too worn out and weakened
Or they put her on the pill.
The child that she was bought for
Its interest soon waned
When it realised the work involved
For pleasure to be gained.
It was easier to ignore her
And to let her find her own fun
And so the door was opened
And that’s how her life begun.
She’s now very streetwise
She knows where to find her treats
Dodging cars and buses
As she crosses busy streets.
At night she comes home tired
And lies at the foot of the bed
Twitching and jerking while she dreams
Of tomorrow and what lies ahead.
Little does she realise,
Everyday the dangers she survives
If she’s really careful
She might just reach the age of five.
Mr & Mrs Yuppie
A different story they can tell
Their dogs fat and three years old
And really isn't very well.
He lies on a cold concrete floor
In the garage through the day
The blankets which he chewed through boredom
Have all been thrown away.
He’s taken out in the morning
And again when the sun sets
A walk to relieve the calls of nature
As exercise that’s all he gets.
A big breakfast he is given
To keep him quiet through the day
So the neighbours won’t complain
That he has barked all day
At night again he’s given
A meal fit for a king
His hips are getting weaker
With all the fat that he is carrying.
The cold concrete floor he lies on
Has made arthritis set in
All the food that’s made him fat
Is just doubling the sin.
Too much food, no exercise
Is not the recipe one would give
To owners of a puppy
If it’s expected to live
To see a ripe old age
Of twelve years old or more
Three years of this treatment
And he’ll be luck to see four!
Do these three puppies lives
Ring any bells with you?
Do you check up thoroughly?
What your selling your puppies into?
How many puppies have you sold?
With how many do you keep in touch?
Their future lay within your hands
Don’t you think they deserved that much?
If you think that its not important
Or that you don’t have time
To check out your puppies homes
Then you are guilty of a crime
If you haven’t the time to check them out
Then you haven’t the time to breed
No doubt you’ll have time to count your cash
The crime you commit is GREED
