'Twas the Night before Million Paws Walk
‘Twas the night before Million Paws Walk, when all through the Shelter All the creatures were stirring, even the mouse; The banners and signs were hung by Stage 88 with care, In hopes that lots and lots of dogs would soon be there: The puppies were nestled all snug in their beds; While visions of the Paw-Olympics Games danced in their heads; And volunteers in their green shirts and staff in blue caps, Had just finalised the rosters hoping there were no gaps, When out on the lawn there rose such a clatter, I sprang from backstage to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a