Hundefolk.

[Wulfi]

WHAT AM I TO YOU...?

As a pop I dreamed and wondered

what life would hold i store.

For ME, I thought, there is something GREAT ,beyond that kennel door.

Out there are needy people, And I have much to give.

Love ,and wit ,and gentleness,

to help them learn to live.

I`d be someones protector,

keep little ones from harm.

Or guide an old mans weary steps , or help to run a farm.

I`d run and bark and jump and play,

with friends along a sandy shore.

I`d roll in meadows thick and green,that life beyond that kennel door.

I lay here waithing - longing

as the day`s and year`s went by.

My owner kept me fed and brushed, but inside , let me die.

I do not think of greatness now ,

I`m old and filled with pain.

My owner has some ribbons,

but I have lived in vain.

I cannot think what could have been. My dreams are filled with hope no more.

Just floor ,and walls and broken heart,

for me behind that kennel door...

[Dronninga]

Det må være noe av det tristeste jeg har lest på lenge... *sukk*

Man skal være snill med dyrene sine, og nå fikk jeg så dårlig samvittighet at jeg drar hjem for og gå laaaaaang tur med bikkjene i skogen. Så får kaldt være kaldt!:-)

[spirito]

*ctrl+c*

Åhhh, *hulk*

Ehhh, nå gråter jeg faktisk...masse faktisk...

*tørker snørr og tårer*

[tigertrollet]

Huff, den var trist! Nå fikk jeg dårlig samvittighet for at jeg ikke har koset nok med hunden min.