by Jenny Moxham
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by Jenny Moxham

I'm a guard dog
And I am sad,
Can't remember
Ever feeling glad.

I've never known
A kindly word,
And a caring voice
I've never heard.

When people pass
I bark and run,
I'm simply scared
Of everyone.

Each night alone
Beneath the stars,
In a yard of junk
And rusty cars.

I had never thought about the suffering of guard dogs until I came across this German shepherd locked up in an old car wreckers yard. When I approached the wire gate to speak to him, he was so fearful, he ran away. It was pitiful to see what this powerful looking animal had been reduced to.
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