Think Before You Act

Speak Up For Those Who Have No Voice.

The Chained Dog Life Poem

The Door 

By Brandy Herr 

It’s cold outside. 

I would like to come in 

And curl up by the fire, 

Snuggled next to my friend. 

Please open the door. 

My friend is so young. 

He’s only ten years old. 

He doesn’t understand 

Why I’m out here in the cold. 

Please open the door. 

The collar I wear 

Is getting too tight. 

What shelter I have 

Won’t help much through the night. 

Please open the door. 

I wish I could play 

And run and be free. 

Instead I am tied 

To this sad, lonely tree. 

Please open the door. 

The rocks under my feet 

Cause my paws to be sore. 

How I long for the feel 

Of a carpeted floor. 

Please open the door. 

Why did you get me 

If you don’t want me to be 

Inside your home, 

Part of your family? 

Please open the door. 

I can give so much love, 

Companionship, and more, 

If you’ll let me into your heart. 

Please open the door.

Please Don't Just Chain Your Dog Outdoors And Leave It There!

A Chained Dog Is Not A Lawn Ornament It Is A Living Being! 

A Chained Dog Is Not A Guard Dog It's A Dead Dog! 

If Life Is Precious To You, Think About A Animal's Life Too.

Twas the Night Before Christmas: Chained Dog Version

'Twas the Night Before Christmas: Chained Dog Version

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there; The children were nestled all snug in their beds, With no thought of the dog filling their head. And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap, Knew he was cold, but didn't care about that. When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, Figuring the dog was free of his chain and into the trash. The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow Gave the luster of midday to objects below, When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But Santa Claus - with eyes full of tears. He unchained the dog, once so lively and quick, Last years Christmas present, now painfully thin and sick. More rapid than eagles he called the dog's name. And the dog ran to him, despite all his pain; "Now, DASHER! Now, DANCER! Now, PRANCER and VIXEN! On, COMET! On CUPID! On, DONNER and BLITZEN! To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall! Let's find this dog a home where he'll be loved by all" I knew in an instant there would be no gifts this year, For Santa Claus had made one thing quite clear, The gift of a dog is not just for the season, We had gotten the pup for all the wrong reasons. In our haste to think of getting the kids a gift There was one important thing that we missed. A dog should be family, and cared for the same You don't give a gift, then put it on a chain. And I heard him exclaim as he rode out of sight, "You weren't given a gift! You were given a life!" —Author Unknown