The Ballad of A Beagle Kind of Guy: A shelter dog tail

Gather round ye woofers, For I’ve a waggish tale, Of neglect, near-death and sadness, And how kindness can prevail. In the backwoods of Kentucky, A forlorn dog was found. No collar and no owner – He fetched up in the pound. Long days passed, he reached Death Row, Would rescue come too late? Kind Kentuckians scrambled To avert his awful fate. Now huge-hearted humans (Their … Continue reading The Ballad of A Beagle Kind of Guy: A shelter dog tail