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
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
You'll get tied in the garden come rain or come shine
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
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
As they close the curtains and turn on the lights
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
And nobody can see you through the fence from the street
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
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
present is given to a very young girl
She screams with joy as the box
And there in the corner, is a new fluffy pup!
young Bess in the garden, you died...
You didn't have long, a year then
They buried you, said you were sickly and bad
But this new dog
they've got is the best that they've had.
Written and narrated by Maria Daines