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IF I DIDN'T HAVE ANIMALS                                                  
                                                                           
 I could walk around the yard barefoot in safety.                          
                                                                           
 My house could be carpeted instead of tiled and laminated.                
                                                                           
 All flat surfaces, clothing, furniture, and cars would be free of hair.   
                                                                           
 When the doorbell rings, it wouldn't sound like the kennels .             
                                                                           
 When the doorbell rings, I could get to the door without wading through   
 fuzzy bodies who beat me there.                                           
                                                                           
 I could sit on the couch the way I wanted, without taking into            
 consideration how much space several fur bodies would need to get         
 comfortable.                                                              
                                                                           
 I would not have strange presents under my Christmas tree  -- dog bones,  
 stuffed animals , nor would I have to answer to people why I wrap them.   
                                                                           
 I would not be on a first-name basis with three veterinarians.            
                                                                           
 The most used words in my vocabulary would not be: out, sit, down, come,  
 no,stay, and leave him/her/it ALONE.                                      
                                                                           
 My house would not ! be cordoned off into zones with baby gates or        
 barriers.                                                                 
                                                                           
 My pockets would not contain things like poop bags,  treats and an extra  
 leash.                                                                    
                                                                           
 I would no longer have to spell the words B-A-L-L-, F-R-I-S-B-E-E, or     
 W-A-L-K.                                                                  
                                                                           
 I would not have as many leaves INSIDE my house as outside.               
                                                                           
 I would not look strangely at people who think having ONE dog ties them   
 down too much.                                                            
                                                                           
 I'd look forward to spring and the melting of snow instead of dreading mud
 season.                                                                   
                                                                           
 I would not have to answer the question Why do you have so many           
 dogs/animals from people who will never have the joy in their lives of    
 knowing they are loved unconditionally by something as close to an angel  
 as they will ever get.                                                    
                                                                           
 How empty my life would be.                                               
                                                                           
                                                           Author Unknown  


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Jill Barsky's 501C3 Non Profit Animal Rescue Tailed Treasures Of Maryland Inc.

The Rescuer
Who are you, Who has Rescued Me?
My Trusting Eyes, You Will Not See.
My Aching Bones, My Fur is a Mess,
Parasites Galore, You Know the Rest.
I Run, I Hide, Yet You Persist.
What is this Thing You Call a Kiss?
Your Hands They Caress Me, Oh Yes I Want More,
But for All I've Known, I Run for the Door.
My Tail Remains Tucked, Between My Legs,
Even When You Pet Me, I Still Turn Away.
Confused and Scared, My Guard is Fixed.
What is This I Feel, My Emotions are Mixed.
You Give Me Food, A bed to Call My Own,
What Is This Place, They Call a Home?
What They Have Done to Me, You Will Never Know.
You Can Only Imagine, as My Spirit is Low.
I have Lived in a Crate, for All of my Life.
I am Living, I am Breathing and I do Feel the Pain.
My Life Means Nothing, in the Courts of This Land.
Because I cannot Speak Human,
I am Tossed Away, Like a Grain of Sand.
If I Must Return, to the Sludge of the Mill,
At Least I Had this Moment, When at Last I could Feel.
I am Sentenced to Life without a Parole,
Through it is no Fault of My Own.
I Thank You for the Moment, I at Last had a Home.
One of These Days, The Courts of This Country Will See.
There are Those who care, They Hear Our Cries, They Hear Our Pleas.
They Weep the Tears, That fill the All the Seas.
They Are the Ones Who Rescued Me!

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