I'm fat, I'm a Wicca and I show whippets (although I'm currently working on the fat part in 2016, but that's a whole nuther post). Wanted to start off 2016 with a blog which I promise myself, and you, dear readers, that I will keep up by posting at least once a week. I am a blogger failure in the past but I'm trying to make a change. I do have a lot to say about things, especially my dog show hobby.
So, to start things off I wrote a poem to remind all of us where we started in this journey with our dogs. Hope you enjoy it!
THE VERY FIRST FIRST
Do you remember that very first first?
The pride in your chest made your heart nearly burst....
Sweet Rosie gave kisses with liver fresh breath,
But you didn't care cuz you loved her to death.
You loaded your arms down with toys that went squeak
The new friendly faces yelled 'see you next week'
The ride home just flew by over hill, over glens
Now you check when the entries for future shows end
Then blues turn to purples and purples to gold
Those trophies you craved have become yours to hold
And pups at your feet, they don't walk yet but wiggle
And all of their antics still cause you to giggle
Now title certificates cover the walls
And big shadow boxes all hang in the halls
And Rosie, she's curled up real tight on the couch
Her brindle great-grandson steals bait from your pouch
You pack up the van and load up your puppy
Without all these dogs you'd have married a Yuppie
So off to the shows you go with a start
You're ready to show off that wild little fart
You stand at the ring all groomed up and prepared
That wee bouncing brindle, you know he's not scared
Then all of a sudden a stranger's approach
Makes you scoop up your pup with a look of reproach
"May I pet the puppy?" the stranger requests
"Of course not, you fool! Don't be such a pest!"
You stare at the stranger and give them a frown
So they walk away with their head hanging down
Then sweet little pupster starts chewing your shoe
You yank on the leash with a sharp tug or two
His lead slips, he runs to the new friend he's found
And you see a smile when they turn back around
You suddenly recall you very first first
And say, "Just a moment (it could have been worse)
Why not find you a seat and watch some of the classes?
And look at this book. Dammit, where are my glasses?"
So now you're a mentor, a teacher, a guide
Show somebody else how to feel all that pride
Tell them your tales, all the laughs, all the verse
So they get a chance at that very first first.
The new friendly faces yelled 'see you next week'
The ride home just flew by over hill, over glens
Now you check when the entries for future shows end
Then blues turn to purples and purples to gold
Those trophies you craved have become yours to hold
And pups at your feet, they don't walk yet but wiggle
And all of their antics still cause you to giggle
Now title certificates cover the walls
And big shadow boxes all hang in the halls
And Rosie, she's curled up real tight on the couch
Her brindle great-grandson steals bait from your pouch
You pack up the van and load up your puppy
Without all these dogs you'd have married a Yuppie
So off to the shows you go with a start
You're ready to show off that wild little fart
You stand at the ring all groomed up and prepared
That wee bouncing brindle, you know he's not scared
Then all of a sudden a stranger's approach
Makes you scoop up your pup with a look of reproach
"May I pet the puppy?" the stranger requests
"Of course not, you fool! Don't be such a pest!"
You stare at the stranger and give them a frown
So they walk away with their head hanging down
Then sweet little pupster starts chewing your shoe
You yank on the leash with a sharp tug or two
His lead slips, he runs to the new friend he's found
And you see a smile when they turn back around
You suddenly recall you very first first
And say, "Just a moment (it could have been worse)
Why not find you a seat and watch some of the classes?
And look at this book. Dammit, where are my glasses?"
So now you're a mentor, a teacher, a guide
Show somebody else how to feel all that pride
Tell them your tales, all the laughs, all the verse
So they get a chance at that very first first.
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