Tale Of A Stud
Your dog's a champ, he finished fast.
You think you've found some peace at last.
But....He's a stud, and there's the tale.
You got deluged with floods of mail.
You send out pedigrees and then...
You never hear from them again.
When letter writing's at an end.
Then phone calls drive you round the bend.
Each Bitch is special, the family pet;
They've had her checked out at the vet.
A maiden bitch, she's small, she's tall.
She backs you up against the wall.
She arches her back, she will not stand.
And no one offers a helping hand.
Her feet are poor, her back is bad.
Coming and going she's pretty sad.
Polite....You comment "Her pigment's nice."
Releasing an unasked for flood of advise.
Expert critics, filled with lore.
Talking their heads off an hour (or more).
Your dog's too big, can't really gait.
They'll gladly explain all his faults (while you wait).
You wonder what they ever bred to him for.
The months have tolled by, and the stud fee got paid.
You hear at their birth what each puppy has weighed.
You hear all their troubles and...that's where it halts.
(Of course, your poor dog gets the blame for their faults.)
And as the time passes you don't hear a thing.
Then one of the puppies shows up in the ring.
He's tops and he's winning....Here is the hitch....
You guessed it...His virtues all come from the BITCH!
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