I learned a lesson, not long ago
When I
took my dog to an all breeds show
As I watched
him standing there in the ring
I overheard
a comment that hurt with a sting
Twas then I realised, in a trice
Don't say anything if you can't be nice
Each dog may have
faults, at least in your eyes
You may not like his colour,
or movement or size
But to the person that loves him, he's the most perfect
thing
That's why he's showing
him, there in the ring
We'd all like to win but there
aren't that many blues
The judge may not give one
to your dog and you
Remember
Each dog is a winner
in his own masters heart
So please don't stand
there and pick him apart.
Behold this creature's form and state
Which nature therefore did create
That to the world might be expressed
What mein there can be in a beast
And that we, in this shape may find
A lion of another kind
For this heroic beast does seem
In majesty to rival him
And yet vouchsafes to man to show
Both service and submission too
From whence we, this distinction have
The beast is fierce but that is brave
This dog has so himself subdued
That hunger cannot make him rude
And his behaviour does confess
True courage dwells with gentleness
I am just a dog breeders husband, I no longer rule my domain
Even if kindly invited,
my opinions I wisely refrain
I am just a glorified kennel boy, of minor importance
I know
It seems that my primary job here, is just providing the
dough
Now dog breeding is very expensive, as I know you are all so
aware
But money is less of a problem, than the hustle, the wear and
the
tear
Having studied the layback of shoulder, and become an expert
on
feet
I still havn't learned to give worm pills or how much a puppy should
eat
My spouse will spend hours grooming, her intermediate
bitch
But if my back needs a good scratching, her thought is to let
the
thing itch
Often in a crowded motel room, after the dog show
is over
Someone queries the judges decision, why did he pick a tired
old
rover
It appears that his eyesight is failing, his errors in
judgement
immense
And if you didn't know better, you doubt he'd be blessed with
good
sense
One finds that amateurs bungling, is no match for professional
skill
A handler hides what an owner admits, as he tries his conscience
to
still
Sometime late in the evening, I am asked if
I do not agree
That Harry's Backbreakers Bridget, is somewhat out at the knee
Before I can answer the question, I find my answers
ignored
For some inexplicable reason, my tormentor is suddenly
bored
I am only a dog breeders husband, not that I mean to complain
But I find certain aspects amazing, when my role I aspire to
explain
I know at least where I'm going, I'm rapidly
going to seed
And I know all about challenge bitches, I married the Best of
the
Breed!!