What’s in . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .WINNIE’S WHEELBARROW, a feature named in honour of Winifred Burgis. This will contain all the ‘odds and sods’ without a home elsewhere in LOWDOWN.
Roy Drew sent in this poem, written
about the arrival of a puppy called Josie, and seen from the viewpoint of
Herbie, a Basset Hound already well ensconced in the household.
I have always been top dog since I
came to this place.
‘Could take my time while eating as it never was a race.
For love and affection I could never ask for more;
cuddles on my master's lap or a ‘rough house’ on the floor.
Now suddenly, things have changed - a puppy is here.
I have to eat my food right away or else the bowl is bare.
It is a little female (’found out when she sat down to pee).
Like me, she is rather beautiful - I state with all modesty.
But, she could be a cunning bitch, of that I am very sure.
So, to start I will put my foot down! Well, I suppose all four.
She has a strange little bark. 'Looks with those sad eyes.
But, after all she’s a Basset, so that comes with no surprise.
When we met she looked at me, then at my four big feet,
then she rushed right under me, searching for a teat.
I had better mother her, ’till she learns the facts of life.
Who knows in a year or two, she might become a wife!
(Ed. Thanks for this, Roy, I know that the little darling already has both you and Beryl wrapped around her little phalange).
Pam, displaying all the stability and level-headedness required of those
who serve on the committee of the South East Branch of the BHC.
Your Club is safe in
our hands!
During one of our recent walks, when
the field was particularly widely spread, I commented that what we needed
were a couple of whippers-in to instil some discipline. This proposal was
greeted, in my opinion, by unduly over-enthusiastic and ribald approval by
certain male walkers - they know who they are. As they seemed to get the
‘wrong end of the stick’, I think it is better to let this idea pass.
I thought it wise to not mention my other idea - that we could also do
with a horn.
LOWDOWN NOT LOW-BROW
A NON-HOUND THOUGHT:
“The sum of a man’s problems come from his inability to be alone in a
silent room”
Blaise Pascal, French Philosopher, (1623-1662).
Roy's reference to big feet inevitably (inevitable if you’re me) led me to think of Thomas ‘Fats’ Waller and his song ‘Your Feet's Too Big’. Here he is performing it.
WINNIE’S WHEELBARROW, a feature named in honour of Winifred Burgis. This will contain all the ‘odds and sods’ without a home elsewhere in LOWDOWN.
Roy Drew sent in this poem, written
about the arrival of a puppy called Josie, and seen from the viewpoint of
Herbie, a Basset Hound already well ensconced in the household.
I have always been top dog since I
came to this place.
‘Could take my time while eating as it never was a race.
For love and affection I could never ask for more;
cuddles on my master's lap or a ‘rough house’ on the floor.
Now suddenly, things have changed - a puppy is here.
I have to eat my food right away or else the bowl is bare.
It is a little female (’found out when she sat down to pee).
Like me, she is rather beautiful - I state with all modesty.
But, she could be a cunning bitch, of that I am very sure.
So, to start I will put my foot down! Well, I suppose all four.
She has a strange little bark. 'Looks with those sad eyes.
But, after all she’s a Basset, so that comes with no surprise.
When we met she looked at me, then at my four big feet,
then she rushed right under me, searching for a teat.
I had better mother her, ’till she learns the facts of life.
Who knows in a year or two, she might become a wife!
(Ed. Thanks for this, Roy, I know that the little darling already has both you and Beryl wrapped around her little phalange).
Pam, displaying all the stability and level-headedness required of those
who serve on the committee of the South East Branch of the BHC.
Your Club is safe in
our hands!
During one of our recent walks, when
the field was particularly widely spread, I commented that what we needed
were a couple of whippers-in to instil some discipline. This proposal was
greeted, in my opinion, by unduly over-enthusiastic and ribald approval by
certain male walkers - they know who they are. As they seemed to get the
‘wrong end of the stick’, I think it is better to let this idea pass.
I thought it wise to not mention my other idea - that we could also do
with a horn.
LOWDOWN NOT LOW-BROW
A NON-HOUND THOUGHT:
“The sum of a man’s problems come from his inability to be alone in a
silent room”
Blaise Pascal, French Philosopher, (1623-1662).
Roy's reference to big feet inevitably (inevitable if you’re me) led me to think of Thomas ‘Fats’ Waller and his song ‘Your Feet's Too Big’. Here he is performing it.