Foxyboy43
Well-Known Member
Following the loss of our dear old girl Skye only a few weeks ago, the sainted Lady FB has identified a potential new hound to see me off us through our remaining twilight years. This has only just come about as a result of having a new fence erected and the joiner doing it bringing his six months old pup with him every day - I suspect Lady FB now makes it conditional if he ever expects a cuppa again.
On reflection I should have known better as herself has a habit of falling for odd-looking creatures…..
Sooo, deep breath, steady chaps… It is something called a Cockapoo (pause for collective gasp and cries of “shame” from the SD massive). When first she casually mentioned it (just after handing me an unsolicited but very welcome much larger than usual malt) I thought she said Cockatoo - do you know how far malt whiskey can be spluttered chaps? Neither did I and anyhow the lounge needed painting…
Now I know a cockatoo is a rather strange white bird that sits on one’s shoulder, swears a lot and poops down your back so initially I put this down to my faulty hearing; however In hindsight and drawing fully on the guile with which she and the rest of her sex are born with (which of course gives us poor men no chance whatsoever) I suspect she did say the C word as a cunning ploy - i.e. quickly offer the dog version as a more acceptable option, silly old fool will fall for that one.
I shall never know…
In my day such a beast would be called a mongrel or if the result of an intentional pairing (a cocker and a poodle - like really?) a cross-breed sooo urgent advice needed lads. Anyone willing to admit having one - this reply obviously by PM? Do they (the dogs) have particular health issues? Let's get really silly with this one - what are they like as a working dog? Finally, if I remove the pink diamond-studded collar and matching velour jacket which are probably Amazoning itself chez FBwards even as I type, can I really pass it off to my shooting pals as a mildly exotic lurcher?
Help!
On reflection I should have known better as herself has a habit of falling for odd-looking creatures…..
Sooo, deep breath, steady chaps… It is something called a Cockapoo (pause for collective gasp and cries of “shame” from the SD massive). When first she casually mentioned it (just after handing me an unsolicited but very welcome much larger than usual malt) I thought she said Cockatoo - do you know how far malt whiskey can be spluttered chaps? Neither did I and anyhow the lounge needed painting…
Now I know a cockatoo is a rather strange white bird that sits on one’s shoulder, swears a lot and poops down your back so initially I put this down to my faulty hearing; however In hindsight and drawing fully on the guile with which she and the rest of her sex are born with (which of course gives us poor men no chance whatsoever) I suspect she did say the C word as a cunning ploy - i.e. quickly offer the dog version as a more acceptable option, silly old fool will fall for that one.
I shall never know…
In my day such a beast would be called a mongrel or if the result of an intentional pairing (a cocker and a poodle - like really?) a cross-breed sooo urgent advice needed lads. Anyone willing to admit having one - this reply obviously by PM? Do they (the dogs) have particular health issues? Let's get really silly with this one - what are they like as a working dog? Finally, if I remove the pink diamond-studded collar and matching velour jacket which are probably Amazoning itself chez FBwards even as I type, can I really pass it off to my shooting pals as a mildly exotic lurcher?
Help!
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