This is Balu's story A poem for Balu The prognosis of a home for me is not very good Just one of many abandoned in my neighbourhood I'm not the prettiest and my coat don't shine But I long for somebody just to be mine. Out in the rain, the cold and the frost I'm all but given up, my cause is lost I see no future, and my past was bad But living with a hunter was all that I had All he fed me was mouldy old bread And that was on a good day, well enough said! You see there's too many like me, abandoned to our fate Disgarded like rubbish at an alarming rate I'm luckier than most, I'm alive and I'm free, Because most of my friends are beaten, then hung from a tree There seems to be no end to this, it happens every year We're the unseen dogs of Spain, the forgotten who live in fear So if you see my photo, I'm a podenco named Balu I don't want to be a hunting dog, I'd rather be with you. I dream of the day when I can say I no longer have to roam When life could be good, and I'd be happy living in a home But for now I'm in a kennel, and I'm taking up a space But I dream of all my tomorrows, and living at your place. Please don't forsake me, I'm a podenco called Balu Show a little kindness, and let me come to you.