Lament of a Pooped-Out Rescuer
Author Unknown

There was a time, there really was
When I was sweet and kind.
When there were days I never thought
of washing a pup's behind.

I went to bed at half past ten;
Having spent my day just shopping.
Now I spend my days at home
Washing doggie beds and mopping.

It started quite some years ago,
When a friend suggested "RESCUE",
And so began my arduous journey
Taken on without a clue.

I used to dress with flair and style,
That was the life, don't knock it.
But now I dress in jeans and tees
With treats within my pocket.

I used to have a cute sports car
That I drove from store to store.
Now I drive a big ole van
With crate pads on the floor.

My house was always finely furnished
With oriental rugs of many loops.
But now I have only pleather & tile
Easier to clean up peeps and poops.

Once I spoke of national issues
With much adeptness and proficiency
But now I speak of transports, vet checks
throw-ups and its consistency!

I was taught to be well-groomed
No matter the time of day.
Now by the time I feed and walk
At noon I'm still in pj's.

I used to long for exotic trips
Continental cuisine I would be fed.
Now the thing I yearn for most
Is to find room for my body in my bed.

I adored a man who charmed me so
With roses and fine jewels.
But now the words I live by most
Are but three - "Rescue Dals/Danes Rule!"

I rise at dawn and begin the day
Full of barks & kibble & fleas.
I'm lucky if by 3pm
I have had the time to pee.

I really love this doggy life
I wouldn't care to change it.
But when there are no pups to place.
I plan to rearrange it;

When my time on earth is done
I hope it can be said
Merry was a real good rescuer
It's just too bad she's dead! 

Merry Jo - she was a good ole gal!