If you are experiencing bad weather, read this
LAMENT OF A LADY WHO'S GONE TO THE DOGS (OLDIE BUT GOOD TO REPEAT) Author Unknown 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 nice 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 is a long one. The one I routed on the maps, invariably is 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 **Hope all those in the storm's way is safe and this will make them smile. Dee |
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