Who is it who beats a dog?
My temper becomes insane rage.
Tender care with my loving Gracie,
reach gently when petting,
else she ducks as if from a descending bomb.
Who is it who shatters these loving beings?
For Gracie it was long, long ago.
Now she is old and wise,
but violence of puppy days is stuck on her.
Who is it who beats angels?
I hold my Gracie and she loves me deeply.
She has no clue about my load of defects.
She knows I would never hit.
She knows I love her carefully.
If I were the creator,
I would allow dogs to destroy
those who beat dogs,
but then the dogs would not be dogs.
Who is it who is so depraved?
Give me all the beaten dogs,
and let me love them now,
never to allow a beating again.