Foxyboy43
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Today was a big day, well, a very, very big day at chez FB.
After an 8 month gap since we lost our beloved old girl SkyeI we decided it was time to have another dawg. To be honest it was the first time in 66 years that I have not had a dog; old Skye leaving us had left a huge hole in our heads and of course in our hearts; 8 sodding months of stepping over her ghost as I came out of the bathroom and 8 months of coming home to an empty, silent and utterly non-toxic house (well she was old and you know what old people dogs do - often without even knowing it, apparently….). So why am I filling up just typing this??
Anyhoo, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, I give you Rua!
Wot? Well you might say…. Rua is apparently Gaelic for “Red” and indeed red she is, in all her glory of which there is a lot, cos she's beautiful, like really, really beautiful. She is an “American Labrador” (No - nor have I) which apparently is “finer” in bulk and mass than their GB cousin and is built for running all day. She has come to us from a family who through changes in circumstances have had to give her up. We only got her after an “audition” which a Spanish inquisitor would have been proud of and had to wait a week before we heard thatshe was ours we were hers - longest bloody week ever and incidentally yet another classic example of the cunning ways of the tender sex - for 8 months I have been saying I want a black labrador bitch and wot do I get?
So today the sainted Lady FB was away with something called “a Ladies Choir” so I had Rua all to myself - what fun! She jumped into the Jimny like the very athletic two years old she is and off we set for one of my grounds which incidentally borders the sea so not only would she be tested on land but also water…
On dismount we set off across the fields to the nearby beach for a few well thought out moments of fun, think labrador and water - what could go wrong?
Well, for a start she didn’t like the lead; no biggie, I will soon sort that. Then she wasn’t that keen on the long grass, probably afraid of it ruining her toenail varnish. Then she went dewclaw deep into the blue ocean and decided the long grass was preferred and finally, pause for collective SD holding of breath…. She was frightened by my tentative throwing of the training dummy…… Why do I see in my mind’s eye the late, great Colin Willock and his dog Dudley “The worst dog in the world” which delighted so many lads who like me bought The Shooting Times all those years ago?
Soooo, ahem, a wee bit to do then. Now in truth I didn’t want a hunting/retrieving machine (just as well innit?). She, in all likelihood will be my last dog and may well outlive me - so what is a man to do? Merely a rhetorical question because she is the most affectionate, adorable and beautiful young lady any man could ever wish for - I am utterly smitten. Even worse so is Lady FB - so wot chance did I ever have?
Wish me luck chaps…
PS
She is so very dreadfully bad I very nearly put this thread in “Jokes”.
After an 8 month gap since we lost our beloved old girl Skye
Anyhoo, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, I give you Rua!
Wot? Well you might say…. Rua is apparently Gaelic for “Red” and indeed red she is, in all her glory of which there is a lot, cos she's beautiful, like really, really beautiful. She is an “American Labrador” (No - nor have I) which apparently is “finer” in bulk and mass than their GB cousin and is built for running all day. She has come to us from a family who through changes in circumstances have had to give her up. We only got her after an “audition” which a Spanish inquisitor would have been proud of and had to wait a week before we heard that
So today the sainted Lady FB was away with something called “a Ladies Choir” so I had Rua all to myself - what fun! She jumped into the Jimny like the very athletic two years old she is and off we set for one of my grounds which incidentally borders the sea so not only would she be tested on land but also water…
On dismount we set off across the fields to the nearby beach for a few well thought out moments of fun, think labrador and water - what could go wrong?
Well, for a start she didn’t like the lead; no biggie, I will soon sort that. Then she wasn’t that keen on the long grass, probably afraid of it ruining her toenail varnish. Then she went dewclaw deep into the blue ocean and decided the long grass was preferred and finally, pause for collective SD holding of breath…. She was frightened by my tentative throwing of the training dummy…… Why do I see in my mind’s eye the late, great Colin Willock and his dog Dudley “The worst dog in the world” which delighted so many lads who like me bought The Shooting Times all those years ago?
Soooo, ahem, a wee bit to do then. Now in truth I didn’t want a hunting/retrieving machine (just as well innit?). She, in all likelihood will be my last dog and may well outlive me - so what is a man to do? Merely a rhetorical question because she is the most affectionate, adorable and beautiful young lady any man could ever wish for - I am utterly smitten. Even worse so is Lady FB - so wot chance did I ever have?
Wish me luck chaps…
PS
She is so very dreadfully bad I very nearly put this thread in “Jokes”.
