until
he started to bite people.
men, women,
children,
other dogs.
he chased cars,
and barked
all the time. he chewed
up the furniture,
clothes
shoes,
books and begged
all day for food,
digging into the trash
when i wasn't
home.
he rushed the tv
when he saw a horse
on the screen,
knocking it over,
and yet, i couldn't let
him go.
he was my dog,
my buddy, my friend,
but i'll never rescue
one from the pound again.
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