Whisky Grew Sweeter.
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| Tyke |
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| Toby |
Old man Parkinson has been poking his nose into my affairs for the last couple of years or so and slowed me down a bit. He's a persistent old bugger and sometimes I just wish he take the hint and piss off home. I don't know what I have done to warrant all his attention, but at least he does bring Toby and Tyke a bone now and again. So, I suppose we should be thankful for small mercies.
Featuring in my latest book of short stories to be published quite soon, is an excerpt of a 'dog trialing event' where the 'Whisky Grew Sweeter'.
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As the whisky grew sweeter and the beer keg grew lighter, re-runs of the days events began to take shape.
To the accompaniment of a popular local character, whose fingers deftly caressed he keys of his favourite piano accordion, stories were told of dogs performing legendary feats.
In a matter of hours, the cook-shop was rife with stories. Tales of dogs pitting their skills against wily sheep, on a hill face which, from story to story, became almost vertical.
As the night wore on, yarns became more and more bizarre, each endeavouring to outdo the other.
Some told of bionic musterer's scaling those slippery slopes. Testing their talents against gigantic sheep recently drenched with some doubtful substance , said to have increased their speed and agility.
An aging musterer revealed an account of his two dogs spending a day at the local Agricultural Show. One of those dogs, a cross between a Sidney Silky and a Maltese named Tyke was all done up like a Prairie Queen with a nice red ribbon around the neck.
The other named Toby was a male fox terrier with a doubtful ancestry. Sporting a dirty shaggy coat, Toby was proud of his scarred nose and gammy leg, a legacy of a boisterous past.
Both dogs agreed to meet at the gate after the Show, to exchange notes of their respective experiences.
As agreed they met at the gate after the Show.
Tyke heaved a contented sigh at meeting Toby. In her excitement she enlightened her old friend of being treated like Queen of the pack. She had a wow of a time. Delicately preening herself she wriggled her little body. Wagging her tail, she told Toby how the judges had awarded her a first prize, a second and a highly commended. "Golly, it was lovely, Toby," she pouted. "How did you go in your section? Were you a good boy?"
"Awe, shucks." Toby with his head drooping, he gave Tyke a wolfish grin. "Cripes Tyke, I had a couple of f....s, three fights and I'm highly delighted.
With his tongue hanging out, he was panting from sheer exhaustion.
After that colourful recital, the crowd in the cook-shop erupted into song.
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The other named Toby was a male fox terrier with a doubtful ancestry. Sporting a dirty shaggy coat, Toby was proud of his scarred nose and gammy leg, a legacy of a boisterous past.
Both dogs agreed to meet at the gate after the Show, to exchange notes of their respective experiences.
As agreed they met at the gate after the Show.
Tyke heaved a contented sigh at meeting Toby. In her excitement she enlightened her old friend of being treated like Queen of the pack. She had a wow of a time. Delicately preening herself she wriggled her little body. Wagging her tail, she told Toby how the judges had awarded her a first prize, a second and a highly commended. "Golly, it was lovely, Toby," she pouted. "How did you go in your section? Were you a good boy?"
"Awe, shucks." Toby with his head drooping, he gave Tyke a wolfish grin. "Cripes Tyke, I had a couple of f....s, three fights and I'm highly delighted.
With his tongue hanging out, he was panting from sheer exhaustion.
After that colourful recital, the crowd in the cook-shop erupted into song.
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