|  |   POETRY, PROSE &
       
         THIS AND THAT  
 A collection of words that have affected
         me in some manner.I believe you'll enjoy them too.
 
 
        You know You've gone
        to the Dogs when: 
       
       
        Gifts you & your
        spouse/significant other exchange consist of: grooming tables, X-pens,
        crates, stand dryers, etc.
       
        Your son makes you a set
        of pooper-scoopers in Metals 101.
       
        Your daughter surprises
        you with a Kennel Sign from Wood Shop class.
       
        Your phone bill is higher
        than the National Debt.
       
        No item of
        clothing  is bought without clearing the following hurdles:a)  Does it have pockets?
 b)  Will dog hair show?
 c)  Will slobber blend in?
 d)  Does the colour go
        with my dog/s?
        A week-end get-away is a
        3 day show.
       
        You can't remember
        Birthdays, Anniversaries, etc., because your calendar is filled with
        Show dates, closing dates, due dates, heartworm & med. dates, etc.,
        leaving no room for anything else.
       
        Bitch, Artificial
        Insemination, sperm, semen, ovulation are words you use frequently.
       
        You plan your vacation
        time around your bitches due/heat dates.
       
        A gift from your
        Grandchildren brings tears to your eyes- a new heater for the whelping
        box.
       
        Your
        Child/Grandchild takes puppy tails & dewclaws to Show & Tell-
        and describes Banding & Dewclaw
        removal.
       
        Jewellery means Doggy
        earrings, pendants, pins, watches, etc.
       
        Weddings & other
        special occasions are planned for non-dog show days.
       
        You celebrate Mothers Day
        by taking your Mother along to a Show-and get her handle a dog for you.
       
        YOUR Wedding is not
        only on a Dog Show week-end, but performed at Lunch Break AT
        THE SHOW  so all your family & friends can attend. 
       
       By: Irenne
     & Dave Bader 
 
 
 Lament Of A Lady Who's Gone To The DogsThere was a time, there really was
 When I was sweet and tender
 When a show dog meant a Disney Star
 And a Bitch was not a gender
 
 I went to bed at half past ten
 I went to church on Sunday
 On Saturday I baked the bread
 And did the wash on Monday
 
 But when I got a certain pup
 An erstwhile friend said, "SHOW"!
 And oh what she didn't say
 Oh! What I didn't know
 
 I used to have a certain air
 I wallowed in perfume
 I used to smell of Ode D'Amour
 Now I smell of Mr. Groom
 
 My furniture was of exquisite decor
 My pets a tank of guppies
 Now I've furniture unstuffed
 But well-adjusted puppies
 
 Once I spoke in Pristine Prose
 In dulcet tone 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 nice new pooper-scooper
 
 I adored a man who murmured soft 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 roads ahead are long ones
 The one I routed on the map
 Invariably is the wrong one
 
 When my time on earth is said and done
 I'll go without much nudging
 Just give me three weeks closing date
 And let me know who's Judging!!!!!!
 
 Author Unknown
 
 
 
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