I know you all just want pictures of the Mutt. I’ll use this poem, based on Wordsworth’s famous poem, as an excuse to post a load taken over the seven or so years he’s been with us…
(Upon Westminster Bridge, William Wordsworth)
Earth has not anything to show more fair
Than this dog, all primped and ready to show
His best at the fete in quaint Ludlow.
The next dogs are ready; he’ll stand and stare
At the line-up for shaggiest mutt:
Sniffy and aloof in his smooth white coat,
Scratching his ear as if to say, ‘it’s not
That hard to be a mess, and win that pot
By being a scruff.’ That’s Dog, he likes to gloat.
Now he’s on; his class of choice – Best Rescue –
Is one he’s ready to embrace and, primed,
He looks around, ears up, waiting for his cue
To save the day. But Hero Dog is undermined
By judges who are after cute. They haven’t a clue
These men. A ragbag wins. Dog slumps, resigned.