Each one with a story
Each one in need,
Particular to
This marvelous breed.
 

Sheepies that herded
The family kid,
Some were abandoned
For something they did.
 

Some who were injured,
Some may have bit.
Some too much trouble,
Some had been hit.
 

Some were forgotten,
Some tied to a tree.
Some were so matted
The dog couldn't see.
 

Some very sick
With worms in their hearts,
Some covered with fleas
All needing new starts.
 

Some were beloved
of folks who had died,
Courageously staying
At their owner's side.
 

Some left behind
When the moving van went,
Found by a neighbor,
Then, to rescue sent.
 

Some from the shelter
Some from the street, 
Some much too fat,
Some with nothing to eat.
 

I lay down my head
But sleep doesn't come,
Making sure this new home
Will be the right one.
 

A forever home,
Free of neglect,
With experienced owners
Who'll love and protect,
 

With fences and healthcare
And training as needed,
I whisper my thanks
The call has been heeded.
 

Before thousands of sheepies
Come visit my dreams,
I pray that this placement
Is all that it seems,
 

And whisper a thank you 
To heaven above,
For all who help Rescue
With their time and their love,
 

And for all I have learned 
About sheepdogs in need,
And  the chance to protect
this marvelous breed.
 

For the placement tomorrow
And the ones yet to call,
I pray we'll be able 
to rescue them all.
 

I pray for a day
Of divine intervention,
When rescue's replaced
With total prevention.
 

When my thinking is finished
And finally, I sleep,
It's the sheepdogs I've counted
Instead of the sheep.
 
 
 

"Laurel Holland on behalf of G/A, who doesn't even have time
to write about the square she didn't have time to sew."
Photograph of Grannie Annie with Lance by Betsy Charron.
 
 

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