Her muzzled head was firmly held, two experts at her tail, Another held her forelegs – how in God’s name could they fail? And me? Well I had orders!...to quietly park my bum, To watch and learn some husbandry while strictly keeping mum! And as this dashing handsome dude, this stud dog started humping, My stomach was in freefall and my heart it was a thumping! But as had been predicted when the two were truly tied, T’was like my feisty platinum blonde gave out a weary sigh, All the bluster and bravado and the tension slipped away, My buxom, bad assed maiden bitch was finally “making hay!!!!” Would she ever look at me again with faith and trust and love? Intrinsically connected like a hand within a glove? Well later on that evening, as she lay upon the rug, She gave a look of tenderness and snuggled for a hug! And as her nose soft settled for a stroke upon my knee, If she could speak, I swear she’d say – “You’ve done the best by me!” Next day there was a union, the following a third, All sense of fear and fight and flight had left this feisty bird, And though the mammoth journey home, four hundred miles and more, Left me weary, stiff and saddle sore and jaded to the core, I smiled in recollection at predictions from “The Broads”


“She isn’t leaving Norfolk, till we’ve Rumour pups on board!”


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