The Vizsla Newzsletter (April / May 99) |
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Author Unknown
I no longer rule my domain Even if kindly invited from opinions I wisely refrain I'm just a glorified kennel boy Of minor importance I know It seems my primary function Is merely providing the dough Now dog breeding's not inexpensive As you all no doubt are aware But the problem's not so much the money as the bustle, the wear and the tear having studied the layback of shoulder and becoming an expert on feet I still have not learned to give worm pills or how much the puppy should eat My spouse will spend hours grooming her Bred By Exhibitor bitch 
Image: Blaise takes a breather from playing with other Vizslas But when it comes to scratching my back her thought is to let the thing itch Some day I hope that my wife'll Take me wondering to some foreign vale Instead of inspecting the stifle of some Special stud at Hinsdale Off in a crowded motel room after the dog show is o'er Someone questions the judges decision While they reach for another drink more It appears that his eyesight is failing His errors in judgement immense In fact if I did not know better You'd doubt if he had any sense One finds that the amateur's bungling no match for professional skills A handler can hide what the owner admits As he tries hard his conscience to still The din and the utter confusion of everyone talking at once Leaves one weary, hoarse and irascible and the next day a bleary eyed dunce Sometimes late in the evening I'm asked if I do not agree That Pottowattamie's Bridget Is somewhat out at the knee But before I can answer the question I find my answer ignored For some inexplicable reason My questioner's suddenly bored I'm only a dog breeders husband Not that I mean to complain But I find certain aspects amazing When I aspire my role to explain I know at least where I am going I'm rapidly going to seed But I've learned about Winner's Bitches I married the Best of the Breed |
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