This is the newest member to our family–but a temporary membership. It is my hope that we find her owner or a home full of love. She may have a micro-chip and this I will find out this week.
The story goes like this:
On the way home from Sallisaw
for a visit with my niece and her ma
We cruised along with highway
The sun had set and closed the day
We stopped in Durant for some food
But shopping put us in the mood
I let the baby play with my phone
While we shopped at Orscheln Farm & Home
After dinner at some fast fish joint
We overlooked one small point
The baby’s diaper needed a change
A stop on the highway we needed to arrange
Well lit gas stations are a must
So many people you must distrust
Our time at the station was very short
For our families awaited our transport
We pulled onto the busy street
made up of gravel, pavement and concrete.
Two dogs wandered aimlessly
Into oncoming traffic on this cold eve.
The car slammed on their brakes
While a I put my hands over my face.
The big truck honked his horn
almost hitting the dog I could have sworn
We pulled over onto the side
It was safety we could provide.
The hound jumped into her lap
and Courtney burned rubber asap.
In my lap the basset hound snored
While we drove to our homes we explored
thoughts and ideas for finding her a home
where she could run, play, and roam.
We knew we were in big trouble
For this rescue feathers would ruffle
We were called by our middle names
Though we knew we were the ones who would take blame.
The hound is safe in her kennel
Her barks are howling and boastful
I search for a home while she is with us
to keep her from again being homeless.