New Kid In Town

The Apparitional Gamekeeper turned up the other day with an Apprentice. He is a one year old springer spaniel with a freckled nose and soulful brown eyes — he seems a lovely little dog though doubtless when he has got over his preliminary abashedness at being out in the big world, he will spring back into being a squash ball with paws, which is the basic breed characteristic. Some day he may even learn to retrieve, which at the moment, seems to be puzzling him quite a bit. Miss Best Friend gave him the once-over, and seems to approve — he is of course a puppy of breed. Her good old heart has been grieved and vexed by discovering from her friend the Northern Gentleman that in America, there are things called ‘labrodoodles’. A cross, you understand, between one and the other. A phenomenon precisely comprehended with her general (expansive) category of ‘Change For The Sake Of Change, Undertaken Solely to Upset Those Of Us Who Liked Things The Way They Were’. I sense a letter to the Editor of The Labrador coming on, signed with her kennel name in full.

5 Responses to “New Kid In Town”

  1. The Canadian Professor Says:

    Please tell Miss Dog That Now Is that we were not engaging in comparative assessments when we alluded to the mental capacities of the poodle. But we can do without hair, dander and grease. (Actually we didn’t notice any of the latter, although we did the first and assumed the second).

  2. Jane Says:

    These are delicate subjects; but the grease is apparent in the characteristic aroma, nay (as if often is) AURA of the Labrador. One is after all, a water dog & proud both of one’s heritage and of one’s ability to leap joyfully into semi-frozen lakes. ENTIRELY DEPENDENT ON GREASE. Ask a Channel Swimmer.

  3. Jane Says:

    It has ever been the Labradoric point of view that ‘One lies Back and Thinks of England’ (or name country of your choice). The matings of pedigree labradors and retrievers generally leave one feeling that if one could teach them how to read a diagram with ‘A’s and ‘B’s and useful arrows, IT MIGHT HELP. There is little evident enthusiasm and a great deal of confusion. So it seems only reasonable to blame the poodles and the breeders.

  4. Jane Says:

    I have looked. Why this furious energy of nomenklatura? ‘mutt’, it seems to me, covers the lot of them quite nicely — though on the island of Barbados, there is a quite distinctive animal known as a ‘pure blood Bajan mongreel’, following which example, ‘pure blood mongreel’ might do the job nicely. I suppose the problem is that tradtionally, anything describable as a mutt or mongrel is also not saleable for $600 and up. ‘Multi-generational crosses’, my foot. Multi-generational crosses are what dogs do BY THEMSELVES.

  5. will Says:

    Our Dutch neighbours are leaving for Ermelo tonight. Thankfully I do not have to deal with the widdling parasite that is the highly bred gun dog Spaniel next door. This is a creature that bears no resemblance to our chocolate labrador except for facial attractiveness. I cannot fault our labrador. Considering how positively dangerous it is to buy a Kennel Club turbocharged gun dog, her behaviour and skill makes me ashamed to be human. My clients have two aged Jack Russels who have grown to fear the Barbadian hurricane season and seem to huddle around me whenever the wind blows down the chimney. Give me a bloody labrador any day.

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