I took Jean Storer to Crufts with me and the next day I received this in the post
Oh what a joy it’s been to me, with Mary and her Hound.
Worth every cup of coffee, and every single pound.
With fun and laughter all the way, the miles rolled by apace –
The rain and sleet were not so great, when driving in our face.
Let down a bit at
Arriving then at Oldbury, we’d aged a dozen years!
She warned me – early rising – but half past 5, my God –
It’s lucky I’m so well-prepared for Mistress Foy and Dog.
So off we set with many more, to NEC by 7,
The place already bustling – all geared for doggy Heaven.
Just time for caffeine fix and grooming, and in the ring by 9,
Oh Ghillie you fair looked to great, when running in a line.
It’s such a shame that Peachy chose your sister for the gold,
And Ghillie and his brothers were left out in the cold.
But we were very proud of him, and he really looked a treat.
Perhaps when Crufts returns next year, he’ll be the one to beat.
So after all the tension, it was off to look at shoes –
There were oh so many colours, it was very hard to choose.
Too soon it got to 4 o’clock and time to head for home.
The Brummy roads were tricky and made us gurn and moan.
But off we set, and headed North, with easy roads and sun,
Dear mary had the hardest part and I had all the fun.
The music that you chose for me was perfect – made me smile,
With tapping feet and sing-along, it ate up many a mile.
So now it’s just past mid-night – the smells all washed away,
My head’s full of impressions of a memorable day.
So, Thank you, Thank you Mary – Your Deerhound was an asset,
But if I return another year, I’ll bring along a Basset.
| I met Jean by chance one day in Troon. Bill was playing table tennis and short tennis was cancelled. So off I went to the wool shop and browsed until coffee time. I had bought two balls of wool to knit socks (for curling in winter). I was just passing a shoe shop when I recognised a face. Yes it was Jean, so off we went to have a coffee and a natter. When I said I had bought wool for socks, she was quite interested so I gave her a ball of wool and received another ode |
You are really very lucky that Deerhounds don’t wear socks,
‘Cause you’d be knitting bootees – enough to fill a box.
With every puppy needing 4, that’s 20 for a start –
You’d be buying wool in bundles, and filling up a cart.
So – 4 for Brimms and Fankle – that’s 8 and plenty more,
With Whalligoe, Scrabster, Watten now making up a score.
But hark! Lo Fernitickles says she’d like 2 pairs,
In pretty auburn colours, to match her lovely hairs!
Dalrymple, luck’ly, growls he is a healthy chap –
He’s quite content with collars – perhaps a tweedy cap.
But now I’m into knitting, I could help you out – nae bother.
I’d help kit out your bitches, and any extra brother.
This really is quite silly – you can tell I’ve had some wine,
So I’ll get right back to my own pair, and you get on with thine.
I’m really very sorry – the shop had no more mixture
Of the colours that you favour – I’ll repay at our next fixture..
After
telling Jean about the arrival of 7 pups, another epistle arrived:
7 Little puppies, arriving at the Foys
Some of them are females – the others must be boys!
Tho’ I’ve been busy with the knitting – one set is all you get
Who’s heard of doggy mittens – not you – I have to bet
Have lots of fun and laughter, and games of hide and seek –
Be ready for invasion – cause I’m coming up next week!