They think I am called "rescue dog" because they brought me home, saved me from a dark place of rust and concrete,
a room that held no smells but urine and anger and fear.
They do not know that when I dream, I am one hundred feet tall.
I am brave and swift and fierce, and I chase away their sadness.
I free all the small, scared things they cage up in the dark places inside them.
I walk them out of their anger and fear and bring them home.
And that is why I am called "rescue dog."
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