Doggos

So sorry to hear, difficult time, but you’ll make the right choice. Best wishes.

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Fol#3 doorbell rang this afternoon, it was her neighbour worried that Herbie the Bernese had made good an escape from the back garden. Oh no, replied fol#3 he’s here, opened the vestibule door and 10 stone of dog launched into an overly enthusiastic welcome.
Worried someone would be missing their dog she had a quick look around the close, but no dog.
Checking her cctv, Herbie the Bernese had absconded, tear arsing up and down the close, prancing and a dancing. When the neighbour called she triggered the audible warning that sound and vision were being recorded at the door, the dog hearing this thought, ooh there’s someone at the door ran back through the side gate into the garden, into the kitchen through to the lounge and waited to welcome the visitor.
He’s either an extremely intelligent escape artist or thick as a bulls todger. :thinking: He had to pass the front door to get to the side gate, to get inside to welcome the visitor.

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Our Nellie :+1:

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No idea why he’s bathing on the recycle waste bag

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Lawn is looking nice.

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Some owners really go the extra mile

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At least it didn’t say 'lager dogs ’ s’pose

Stay, Go & Fetch
By Les Barker

I’d always wanted a dog, so one day I took in a stray.
He didn’t want to leave me, and so I called him Stay.

I knew it was a mistake, the first time I told Stay to go:
“Go, Stay,” and I pointed. Did Stay go?.. No.

“Go, Stay,” I said; and he started; he was going…then he was not;
He looked at me, sad and confused, and his two big eyes said “What?”

I threw him a stick; I said “Fetch, Stay.” He started and stopped all in one;
I never got round to “Come here, Stay.” Stay couldn’t come; he’d not gone.

He wanted to please, but he couldn’t; I spoke, but he just didn’t know;
So I got him a spaniel for company. I shouldn’t have called it Go.

I said “Stay, Go,” and Go’d stay a second,
Then both Stay and Go were away,
And I had to shout “Come here, Stay and Go.”
They were coming and going all day.

I said “Stay, Go and Stay.” I tried “Go, Stay and Go.”
Nothing seemed to get through;
It’s not that they were both saying “No.”
They were both saying “Does he mean you?”

It’s all very well in the park, but what if we’re stood at the kerb?
Two lost souls in the dark: which bloody one is the verb?

I’ve got them a new friend now; I found him, a poor starving wretch;
I hope they’ll be happy together; Go and Stay, come and meet Fetch !

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The nice thing apart from it. I’ve sent to my daughter who keeps struggling with poetry at school. She loves it gets it and hopefully closes in on the can’t universally

I saw Les Barker years ago, maybe Cambridge Folk festival in the early 80s.
He was very funny and I always read his poems with a strong Lancashire accent in my head.
He had a dog , Mrs Ackroyd, who walked on stage with him laid down and did nothing at all.
I have a couple of books of his poems.

*Just googled and found he died earlier this year,

This was a classic, the audience used to join in the ‘chorus’

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Thanks keV , I’ll look into getting a collection for myself and then I can occasionally bombard her what’s app

Thanks for sharing. I showed this to Mrs P who writes poetry thinking she’d hate it. She loves it and spent last night attempting to read various ones out to me in fits of giggles.


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Mirror mirror on the wall…

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Oh Happy Doggo!

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cooked bones! :see_no_evil:

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Barely, it’s a beef rib from a tomahawk that was sous vide for 90m @ 55⁰ c and then seared for a couple of minutes each side on the BBQ. Guarantee she ain’t splintering that one.

Shiny

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