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by windwalker18 on 18 March 2010 - 03:03
This poem was written by the woman who got me "started in dogs" back 30+ years ago. I happened to run across it doing a search on the net the other night and thought I'd share it with all o' you. Beryl was an amazing person who showed, trained and RACED her dogs (the Husky folk believed that you don't breed any dog if it won't run on a sled team back then)
Lament of a Lady Who’s Gone to the Dogs
by Beryl Allen.
There was a time, there really was,
When I was sweet and tender;
When Show Dog meant a Disney Star,
and bitch was not a gender.
I went to bed at half past ten;
I went to church on sunday;
On Saturday I baked the beans
and did the wash on Monday.
But then I got a certain pup,
And an erstwhile friend said “SHOW”,
And so I did and so I do,
OH! What I didn’t know.
I used to dress with flair and style,
That was the life, don’t knock it.
But now each dress from bed to ball
Must have a good bait pocket.
I used to have a certain air,
I wallowed in perfume,
I used to smell of Niut D’Amour,
Now I smell like Mr. Groom.
My furniture was haute decor,
My pets a tank of guppies.
Now I’ve furniture unstuffed,
And well-adjusted puppies.
Once I spoke in pristine prose,
In dulcet tones and frail,
But now I’m using language,
That would turn a sailor pale.
I was taught to be well groomed
no matter where I went.
Now all the grooming that I do
is in the handler’s tent.
I used to long for furs and jewels
And a figure classed as super,
Now the thing I yearn for most
is a brand new pooper scooper.
I adored a man who murmured verse,
through intimate little dinners,
But now the words I thrill to hear,
Are just three-”Best of Winners”.
I rise at dawn and pack the car,
the road ahead’s a long one.
The one I routed on the maps,
Invariably’s the wrong one.
I really love this doggy life,
I wouldn’t care to change it.
But when I get that Best in Show,
I plan to rearrange it.
When my time on earth is done,
I’ll go without much nudging.
Just give me three weeks closing date,
and let me know who’s judging.
Lament of a Lady Who’s Gone to the Dogs
by Beryl Allen.
There was a time, there really was,
When I was sweet and tender;
When Show Dog meant a Disney Star,
and bitch was not a gender.
I went to bed at half past ten;
I went to church on sunday;
On Saturday I baked the beans
and did the wash on Monday.
But then I got a certain pup,
And an erstwhile friend said “SHOW”,
And so I did and so I do,
OH! What I didn’t know.
I used to dress with flair and style,
That was the life, don’t knock it.
But now each dress from bed to ball
Must have a good bait pocket.
I used to have a certain air,
I wallowed in perfume,
I used to smell of Niut D’Amour,
Now I smell like Mr. Groom.
My furniture was haute decor,
My pets a tank of guppies.
Now I’ve furniture unstuffed,
And well-adjusted puppies.
Once I spoke in pristine prose,
In dulcet tones and frail,
But now I’m using language,
That would turn a sailor pale.
I was taught to be well groomed
no matter where I went.
Now all the grooming that I do
is in the handler’s tent.
I used to long for furs and jewels
And a figure classed as super,
Now the thing I yearn for most
is a brand new pooper scooper.
I adored a man who murmured verse,
through intimate little dinners,
But now the words I thrill to hear,
Are just three-”Best of Winners”.
I rise at dawn and pack the car,
the road ahead’s a long one.
The one I routed on the maps,
Invariably’s the wrong one.
I really love this doggy life,
I wouldn’t care to change it.
But when I get that Best in Show,
I plan to rearrange it.
When my time on earth is done,
I’ll go without much nudging.
Just give me three weeks closing date,
and let me know who’s judging.
by 1doggie2 on 18 March 2010 - 05:03
LOL>
by DDR-DSH on 18 March 2010 - 09:03
That's super! Thanks!
by ShadyLady on 18 March 2010 - 17:03
Funny - and there is truth behind it! ;-)
by DebiSue on 18 March 2010 - 17:03
I love it! Too true, too true.
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