Dear God, please send me somebody who'll care!
I'm tired of running, I'm sick with despair.
My body is aching, it's so racked with pain
And dear God, I pray, as I run in the rain.

That someone will love me, and give me a home
A warm cozy bed and a big juicy bone.
My last owner tied me all day in the yard,
Sometimes with no water, and God, that was hard!

So I chewed my leash God and I ran away,
To rummage in garbage and live as a stray.
But now, God, I'm tired, and hungry, and cold
And I'm so afraid that I'll never grow old.

They've chased me with sticks, hit me with stones,
While I run the streets, just looking for bones!
I'm not really bad, God, please help if you can,
For I have become just a "victim of man!"

I'm wormy, dear God, and I'm ridden with fleas,
and all that I want is an owner to please!
If you find one for me, God, I'll try to be good,
I won't chew their shoes, and I'll do as I should.

I will love them, protect them, and try to obey,
When they tell me to sit, to lie down, or to stay!
I don't think I'll make it too long on my own
Cause I'm getting so weak, and I'm Oh, so alone.

Each night as I sleep in the bushes I cry,
Cause I'm so afraid God, that I'm gonna die!
I've got so much love and devotion to give,
That I should be given a new chance to live.

So, dear God, please, please answer my prayer,
and send me somebody who will really care,
That is, dear God, if You're really there!

Bev Davenport, Afghan Hound Rescue
© 1986 Bev Davenport.