Taz. Rescued dog

[Colin_McLeod]

Our friend Jayne who runs kennels nearby rescued Taz.

 

This is a poem she wrote about her dog.

 

 

 

My Name is Taz

I was born on a bright and sunny day
When I got a little bigger
I was thrown away to run wild and free
I lived on my own right next to the sea

Every day I would go to the beach
The bigger dogs there
Would find me and teach
Me how to play in the waves
In the sea
But no one cared
Enough to find me

I was only small
And as black as night
When I got bigger
Dogs came to fight
I was very scared
So I ran again
No one called me
I had no name

I had no friends
I was all alone
But I found a ball
I could call my own

I played by myself in the waves
On the beach
Waves kept taking my ball
It had gone out of reach

Now I knew I would have to swim
There was no one to help me as I jumped in
I swam and swam
On top and under the waves
I felt very lonely
But knew I must be brave

To reach my ball
That bounced on the crests
It was my only friend I would do my best
A little boy came to try to help me
But his mummy was calling him
Home for tea

He stayed by my side and he grabbed my ball
He helped me out of the water
I am not very tall
Then he threw the ball
Right back in the sea
And I leapt back in
And he followed me.

Together we played
In the great big waves
I liked my ball
I felt very brave

Everyday I looked for the boy
To come back
But the beach was empty
The sky now very black

So I curled up round my ball
And nestled my head
In the deep cold sand
That served as my bed

Every day after that now with no home
When the sun came up
I played on my own
I'd roll the ball to the waves
Then I'd snatch it away
I played like that till the end of the day

No one noticed this small black dog
He played in the rain
He played in the fog
Then one sunny morning
The little boy came again

He threw the ball in the waves
And I played the game together all day, but it began to rain
When the little boy went
I searched for him in vain

No body wanted a little black dog
No one cared that I was lost
Will this story end
I don't know wait and see
How far will I travel
To find someone for me

My Name is Taz
Now I live by the sea
And my master calls
Me home for tea

My story doesn't end here
It has only just begun
Stay with me and listen
There is so much more fun

Watch for the ball
And the little black dog on the beach
See what he does when the balls
Out of reach
Does he remember
The sunny and rainy days
When all he had for friends
Were the big black waves
Did he travel through Europe to find a home
Did he know which way to go on alone?
And where he lives now
Is it really the end
Or will he travel again to meet up with his friend
Will he sleep on the sand
Curled up with his ball
Or will he sleep in a blanket
In someone's hall

Will he find peace when he rests his head
Will he have a good home
And a nice warm bed
Will he have friends to stay for tea
Will he run again
On the beach
Or come home with me?

Jayne frid 13th Nov 2015

[Colin]

Anything with a happy ending is good right now - especially when such a lovely little dog is involved!