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It Could be Verse!
Do you like poetry?
you the budding Wordsworth or Keats of the canine world? Do you think in iambic pentameter or
dream in haiku. If you have ever scribbled a poem on the back of a show schedule while waiting
in the car park for your go or written a verse to show how you feel about your dog, email them
Twas the night before The WAO
the night before Worlds
And there in the dark
Not a handler was stirring
Not even Ant Clarke.
T-shirt’s we’re hung in the cupboards with care,
Hopes of gold medals and clear rounds filled the air.
The dogs were well rested and snug in their beds,
While coaches dream podiums, draped in white and in red.
Go out there, enjoy, show off this great team,
Make sure the England supporters learn God Save the Queen.
Good Luck to all of you!
Enjoy every moment.
Twas the night before Cruftsmas
By Caroline 'Pig'
Twas the night
before Cruftsmas when all through the house,
Not a creaTard was stirring; not even a Mous(s)e.
The show leads were hung by the trolley with care,
in the hope that at 2am they’d not be left there.
The doggos were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Bonios danced in their heads.
When out from the
kitchen there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
What to my wondering eyes should appear,
But one of my doggos and the Crufts picnic so dear.
movements so needy, deft and quick
I knew in a moment it must be that Pick(le)
More rapid than collies those Labradors came.
I whistled and shouted and called them by name.
Stop Pickle, No
Pork Pie, Down OinkyBoo,
Leave Bat, get off Truff, pack it in MooMoo
On the worktop was Snouty and Squeal in the fridge.
Away they all scattered, every one last bitch.
Back to their
beds, the Flyenpygs they flew,
With the bag full of food and liver cake, too.
An hour was spent cleaning and putting to bed.
At last I could rest up my sleepy head.
The alarm it did
sing at a quarter to two,
The doggos were loaded and the coffee was brewed,
The time to set off had finally come,
I just hoped and prayed it would be a smooth run.
In the dead of
night we went to Coventry,
To a place so magical - the NEC
And just as we left, I exclaimed to the night,
Merry Cruftsmas to all and to all a goodnight!
Caroline 'Pig' Smith
breeds and shows Labradors and competes at Agility with her Cocker Spaiel, Bat.
She is very creative with her dogs names as can be seen in this poem. The other
Flyenpyg's dog names are Mousse, Pickle, Pork Pie, Oinky Boo, MooMoo, Squeal,
Snout and Truffle.
Why Own A Dog?
From Shirley Elkins
Why own a
dog? There's a danger you know,
You can't own just one, for the craving will grow.
There's no doubt they're addictive, wherein lies the danger.
While living with lots, you'll grow poorer and stranger.
is no trouble, and two are so funny.
The third one is easy, the fourth one's a honey.
The fifth one's delightful, the sixth one's a breeze,
You find you can live with a houseful of ease.
'bout another? Would you really dare?
They're really quite easy but, oh, Lord the hair
With dogs on the sofa and dogs on the bed,
And crates in the kitchen, it's no bother, you've said.
really no trouble, their manners are great.
What's one more dog and just one more crate?
The sofa is hairy, the windows are crusty,
The floor is all footprints, the furniture dusty.
housekeeping suffers, but what do you care?
Who minds a few noseprints and a little more hair?
So let's keep a puppy, you can always find room,
And a little more time for the dust cloth and broom.
hardly a limit to the dogs you can add,
The thought of a cutback sure makes you sad.
Each one is so special, so useful, so funny.
The vet and food bills grows larger, you owe BIG money.
folks never visit, few friends come to stay,
Except other 'dog folks' who live the same way.
Your lawn has now died, and your shrubs are dead too,
But your weekends are busy, you're off with your crew.
dog food and vitamins, training and shots.
And entries and travel and motels which cost lots.
Is it worth it you wonder? Are you caught in a trap?
Then that favorite one comes and climbs in your lap.
says you're special and you know that you will
Keep all of the critters in spite of the bill.
Some just for showing and some just to breed.
And some just for loving, they all fill a need.
winter's a hassle, the dogs hate it too.
But they must have their walks though they're numb and your blue.
Late evening is awful, you scream and you shout
At the dogs on the sofa who refuse to go out.
and the dog shows, the travel, the thrills,
The work and the worry, the pressure, the bills.
The whole thing seems worth it, the dogs are your life.
They're charming and funny and offset the strife.
Your life-style has changed. Things won't be the same.
Yes, those dogs are addictive and so is the dog game.
Going Over to the Dark Side
have got a collie
Over twenty years ago,
But the person that I trained with
Said No No No No No.
not a collie person
Of that I can be sure,
And if you go and get one
You’ll be shown the flipping door.
Stick to the Plan
By Charlotte Allen
the secret? Some people ask
To happiness that's made to last?
I believe it's when you know
that you did your best and even though
The red rosette's gone and you finished last
You had a freaking, awesome blast!
important to remember that the dogs don't care,
The result, the time, that tight turn over there,
It's the time with you that they hold dear
They're delighted just to hit top gear
So don’t get caught up in all the drama,
5 metres, 10 metres, what's it matter?
When over that finish line you stagger
Be proud and do it again with swagger!
remember the reason this all began
To have fun with your dog and stick to that plan!
By P.J. Hughes, Inspired by his little 'Tater'
May the tunnels not have too
May the course be fun and fast,
May your dog not stop to say 'hello'
to the photographers they pass!
May the table not be too slippery,
May the chute house no scary beast,
May all the yellow parts be touched
with one little toe, at least.
May the wind be always at your back,
May no bars fall on the ground.
May the A-frame have no stop sign on top,
May the judge's whistle never sound.
May your dog obey all correct commands
And ignore the ones that are wrong.
May your heart be light, your feet be sure
and the bond with your dog grow strong.
At the finish line, may great joy abound,
regardless of your score,
You have your dog, your dog has you,
and who could ask for more?
With thanks to Dan Shaw for calling our
attention to this poem
By Iris Richards
Now I know that much has
already been said
About when help is help
It’s something we all dread.
Show managers and judges
all can confirm
That when writing a list
We always will learn.
That there’s never enough
people to spare
Some do too much
And some may even share.
But more often than not,
it’s always the same
Tannoy's calling for help
Again and again.
Some competitors really
How easy it is
To just lend a hand.
Pop into the ring and pick
up a pole
Pass on a scribe sheet
Or fill in a hole.
Pass the lead down to the
jump numbered twenty
Calling for dogs
You know there'll be plenty.
But please do a little, a
lot if you can
Judges do like some help
To set their ring plan
Remember that if this non
There will not be any
Consider the thought of not
running your dogs?
Why expect judges
To do all their own jobs?
Just a little offer of help
Can go a long way
To enjoying the event
And having a great day.
by Anni Telford
Oh Brenda, darling Brenda
Your courses are divine
Regardless of the standard
The dogs run them just fine
So when we're up at Scunnie
I'm sure we'll all agree
Your courses are just yummy -
Or so says Nick and me!
First seen on The
Agility Forum (08/04/02)
By Anni and Nick
Were taking the mick!
Now they've run the course
They might change their thoughts.
(Sorry - rhyming was never my forte.)
Limericks & Doggerel
By Martin Pollard (in high spirits -
Why, Oh why, can't I try World
I was told by the 'suits' in authority
'Your dog, we decree,
Has no pedigree,
So is therefore devoid of ability.'
A Wolfhound from Burnham on
In the weaves would often cry 'Ouch!
These poles are too short
for a dog of my sort,
They tickle me right up my crutch'.*
I have a dog - Hillary by
He loves to climb to the peak of the frame,
and standing there takes in the view,
He says 'I'll Everest here, if it's the same to you!'
Ding dong merrily on high
The poles are falling over
Ding dong merrily below
The height's too much for Rover.
Glorororiaa, glorioria, glorioria, Gloria
Gloria's crying, Boo Hoo!
Glorororiaa, glorioria, glorioria, Gloria
Now she's stuck them on with UHU - HU.
* Once printed in
By Martin Pollard
With biting dogs we’re all agreed
In every case we blame the deed,
It plainly cannot be the breed.
But if the deed is good and kind,
(Agility might come to mind),
Do we now all praise the deed?
Of course; it cannot be the breed!
By Hilary Bates
She's taking me to agility.
She says I'll like it a lot.
Don't know who she's kidding -
I'm sure she's lost the plot.
Have you seen the height of
A-frame, dogwalk and all.
If she thinks I'm going up there,
She's really up the wall.
She runs me to the A-frame
'Get up,' she shouts with glee.
By the time I've reached the top
I'm ready for a pee!
Why can't I have somebody
About 90, who sits in a chair -
I could sit on her lap and be happy
And never have a care.
But no, it's jumps, tunnel
She shouts 'Get up! Get over!'
If I could I have my way
I'd be on a ferry to Dover.
She rushes me round the
Shouting do this and then that!
By the time we have finished
I feel worn out and flat.
Not that it bothers her
She thinks it's lots of fun.
I'd love to see her do it
And crash land on her bum!
The Poodle Training Club Newsletter (Summer 2000)
The author Lucy is a black
Toy Poodle belonging to Hilary Bates. They train with Bob and Wendy Ratcliffe at
Benbow AC and in the garden at home.
From Sue White
know you're well and truly hooked
When every weekend in the summer is booked
When even your annual holiday vacation
Has become another agility vocation.
You know when you've gone round the bend
When you get every schedule for which you can send
When you've spent every last penny and pound
On your not so good, but loveable hound.
You know when you've gone totally cuckoo
When the accommodation's a tent with an outside loo
When your feet are wet and your hands are cold
And your dog still will not do what it's told.
You know when you're out of your head
When at five in the morning you're out of your bed
When the odds of winning are 500 to 1
But you still carrying on doing it 'just for fun.'
You know it's finally taken over your life
When you've covered the distance from London to Fife
When nothing will make you miss your agility session
And you're booked up every type of course and lesson.
You know when it has affected your brain
When you're standing in a field in the pouring rain
When your heart is beating and you're gasping for air
And you're covered in mud, and still don't care.
You know you are certifiably insane
When you study a course again and again
When you are willing to travel mile after mile
For one small rosette that still makes you smile!
By Sue White
Here we go, another early start
Packing the car down to a fine art
Not light yet, but off we go
To another agility show. Down country lanes and dirty track
Hope we can find the way back.
Hundreds of people and even more dogs
Park the car and find the bogs.
Let the dogs go out for a run
Trying to remember I do this for fun
Praying and hoping for some clear rounds.
Please dogs don't leave the show grounds
Walking the course again and again
The butterflies start, I must be insane
Working out the right place to switch.
Hope I can run this without a hitch.
The timekeeper says 'When you're ready'
I think, 'Will this dog, for once go steady?'
Off we go like a bolt from the blue.
I wish I had gone once more to the loo.
40 odd seconds go in a flash
Over, in, through the dog and I dash
The judge's whistle we did not hear
If no time faults, we went clear.
Another day, another smile
That's what makes it all worth while
As long as my dogs are happy and content
Next week a different field, a new event.
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