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Published on Sep 29, 2010
The photographs in this video are pictures of homeless, unwanted dogs that I have received in appeals from desperate rescuer's trying to save their lives. Shelters are overflowing and thousands of dogs are being put to death every week because of overbreeding. We cannot continue this way. Human kind has created this holocaust for our companion pets. Last year I counted the puppies for sale in my local free advertiser newspaper, there were over 500 in just one week leading up to Christmas. It's time we stopped breeding dogs as products for profit. It's time to stop the overpopulation of man's best friend and it's time to educate people that dogs are not toys you can grow tired of and neglect. It's time to save lives...
'A Christmas Puppy'
They took you in then they soon found out You were trouble to them, now they want you out! They don't want your noise, your little accidents They just want peace, and good riddance! They thought a dog would be fun, they'd take it for walks But a few months later, they shout when you bark A few months later the walks are no more... You sit by the window and stare at the door You've nothing to do but what do they care You're no longer a pup and they've no money to spare So you don't get your walks and you'll sometimes go hungry They'll go to the pub and piss up their money You'll get tied in the garden come rain or come shine You're slowly forgotten under the washing line You'll wander in circles and sleep out the hours Chew on your tail and dig up the flowers You'll hear other dogs as they pass on the street You'll long to be with them, share a game, have a treat But no one in your house will notice your plight As they close the curtains and turn on the lights The winter will come and they've almost forgotten... That there's you in the cold and your dog house is sodden You've nothing to play with and nothing to eat And nobody can see you through the fence from the street You've sat there for months in your own quiet hell A puppy they bought off a bloke they knew well He's got a new litter n' he's selling again And already it's Christmas, but now you're in pain Your eyes are like hollows, your ribs are on show You're broken by sorrow but nobody knows As you lick your sore feet and wince, how you hurt... You're wasting away to a grave in the dirt But inside the festive dinner is served And a present is given to a very young girl She screams with joy as the box opens up And there in the corner, is a new fluffy pup! Farewell to young Bess in the garden, you died... You didn't have long, a year then goodbye They buried you, said you were sickly and bad But this new dog they've got is the best that they've had.