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Graysong Weimaraners

Todd and Julia Schulz

Slinger, WI  53086

262-305-2001

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        We would like to share a poem with you that was published in the November 2009 issue of the Weimaraner Magazine.  It really  touched our hearts and we want any one interested in buying a puppy from us or any other Breeder to read it.   All puppies are adorable when we bring them home.   They grow up quickly and the dog they become is dependant on the time & love we are willing to give.   If we seem to ask a lot of questions , it is because we have made a commitment to these babies in bringing them into this world, & we need to know that they will have the wonderful lives they deserve with a family who will love them forever.   Please don't consider buying a new puppy if it is not the right time for you or you cannot make a life long commitment.   If you can, it will be the most rewarding experience you can imagine!   We look forward to hearing from you.

 

 

 

 

 

Do I Go Home Today?

 

My family brought me home cradled in their arms.

They cuddled me and smiled at me and said I was full of charm.

They played with me and laughed with me and showered me with toys.

I sure do love my family, especially the girls and boys.

The children loved to feed me - they gave me special treats.

They even let me sleep with them – all snuggled up in sheets.

I used to go for walks, often several times a day.

They even fought to hold the leash, I’m very proud to say.

These are the things I’ll not forget – a cherished memory.

I now live in the shelter – without my family.

They used to laugh and praise me when I played with that old shoe.

But I didn’t know the difference between the old ones and the new.

The kids and I would grab a rag, for hours we would tug.

So I thought I did the right thing when I chewed the bathroom rug.

They said that I was out of control, and would have to live outside.

This I did not understand, although I tried and tried.

The walks stopped, one by one; they said they hadn’t time.

I wish I could change things, I wish I knew my crime.

My life became so lonely, in the backyard, on a chain.

I barked and barked all day long to keep from going insane.

So they brought me to the shelter but were embarrassed to say why,

They said I caused an allergy, and then they each kissed me goodbye.

If I’d only had some classes, as a little pup.

I wouldn’t have been so hard to handle when I was all grown up.

“You only have one day left.” I heard the worker say.

Does that mean I have a second chance?

Do I go home today?

 By Sandi Thompson