Emily Dickinson "My Life had Stood- a Loaded Gunb"

alright!

my last moments life was still a loaded gun aimed at me
i was in a corner in a box waited to be adopted then one day
my furtur owner passed by he had pride
he took me and carried me away

and now i follow him in the woods
and we hunt deer
and when i bark at him
we will reply with pride (like moutains?)

i do smile with a harm light
at the vally and its life
its very enjoable to be in the vally

and at night after a good day
i sleep at the head of my owners bed to protect him
its better then eders-dusk (i am guessing the prevouse owner?)
we share a pillow tother me and the owner

to my owners foe i am deadly to them
i kill em
when i look at them
reach with my claws

even though i may live longer
my owner must live longer then me for himself to be happy
i have the power to kill
and i cant die as easly as i would like


so yeah about a dog, i really cant see this being read. i dont know the name stuck out so i chose it but i dont like how she broke it up.
so its a dog who is adopted by a hunter. at first it seems he is happy with his home, it is better but the man is proud and soon the dog to old to hunt, even though he enjoys hunting
the owner goes to kill the dog becouse he is old and get a better one but the dog gets scared and lashes out. and kills him or does he? the ending is not quit sure she gets some intresting stories from her poems XD