Adventures of Angus and Ailsa

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Introduction... to.... Angus. D.D.T. Dandy Dinmont Terrier)

As I write this poem to him
He sits nestled at my feet
Content to rest in the interim
And in repose, he looks so sweet
But beware of resting Dandies,
Do not disturb this lad, for sure
Not even doggie candies
Would be strong enough a lure

You see he has had his walk
He has today traversed the glen
He has put to flight the sparrowhawk
As well as a score or more greyhen
He has trailed the scent, espied the fox
And drunk from the mountain streams
He has dicovered the setts of sleeping brocks
But disturbed them not in dreams.

He has crossed the purple heather patch
He has inhaled that sweet clean air
Once onto a scent he's hard to catch
Highland creatures. best beware.
He' a Dandie out o' Cumbria
Audrey Heaton's clan ye ken?
Whilst I hail frae Northumbria
Near old Danie Dinmont's glen.

So it's as ah telt ye
Leave the poor wee dug tae rest
Let his dreams be carefree
And may good breeding stand the test
For Angus is no a 'toon' dug
He's mair at hame wi' heather
A peat fire to keep his wee hoose snug
Irrespective o' the weather


L.D.B.


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My Heilan Dug

I have a friend called ANGUS
He’s a bonny heilan dog
He walks the moors in all weathers
In rain, in snow, in fog.
He is sort, of on the shortish side
Eleven inches to the shoulder,
A great big heid and a peppery coat
And for courage, there’s nowt bolder.

He runs and barks at birds and beasts
As we trek the heathered hill.
He’s inquisitive, a nosey dog
And rarely standing still.
His busy little hairy legs
Complete wi’ heilan gait,
Cover the ground at amazing speed.
He has nae time to wait.

For this time is HIS prime time
When he’s free to run and roam.
A Dandie Dinmont on the loose,
Though not so far from home.
For Dandies are fond of comfort,
A wee place by the fireside,
Or a chair I’ve just vacated,
Is a place he likes to bide.

Big soft brown eyes in a face of grey
Watches every move I make
I groom him to perfection,
Only to watch hime do the ‘shake’
He rolls around and messes up
All the grooming I have done
If at the SHOW he’d behaved himself
I’m sure WE would have WON.


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Torbrae Moon Magic (Ailsa)

Let me introduce you
To a new pup in the troupe.
Her name, TORBRAE MOON MAGIC
She’ll make the Dandies whoop.
She’s a peppered coated ‘sweetie’
Who has a wiggle to her beam,
She roams the hills with ANGUS
They make a handsome heiland team.

Their friendship, is platonic,
For he is teaching her the ‘knowledge’
A one on one tuition
It’s better than at college.
For you ken ANGUS is a heilan dog
Brought up in heilan ways,
Whilst AILSA, (TORBRAE MOON MAGIC)
Has been a ‘toonie’ most of her days.

Those days they number very few
Reaching six months at the most,
But those lines are there and are filling out
A Champion Dam one day I’ll boast.
She’s not much at the moment
Just a wee pup running free,
Learning from her mentor
Her heilan A.B.C.

ANGUS (MOORBARROW TOPPER)
Takes care of AILSA, tenderly,
He fusses her and cleans her eyes
So that her face remains, stain free.
They share the toys, they romp, they play,
They investigate all new smells.
AILSA (TOREBRAE MOON MAGIC)
Is a name that WILL ring bells.



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Its Booster Time

ANGUS watched the postman
As he trudged up to the door.
Then rushed to check the morning mail
As it cascaded upon the floor.
AILSA joined him in this romp,
This puppy pantomime,
And pounced upon a postcard
Which proclaimed, “It’s Booster Time.”

“Booster Time” for Dandie Dinmonts
Means a visit to the vet.
ANGUS, he had been before,
AILSA, she was too young as yet.
So the reminder, it was for ANGUS,
Addressed to him, through me.
An invitation to a party,
For it was “Booster Time” you see?

The vet always held a party
So that his ‘patients’ could all meet,
It was usually in his surgery
So that the owners could have a seat.
The ‘patients’ enjoy the ‘tit -bits’
And play with toys in the surgery.
Then it’s into the vet to have their jab,
For it’s “Booster Time” you see?



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:clap: Love it Daffyd!
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Aromatherapy


Fragrance fill the airways
and adheres to all around.
ANGUS loves the mornings
and the fresh smells on the ground.
He leads his little protege
through the early morning dew
And from the misty, purple peaks,
they stand and marvel at the view.

For this is the land of ANGUS
with its heather and its pines.
These are the streams, the very life blood,
of those special Highland wines.
The smell of fresh cut Scottish peat
does oft times assail the air,
ANGUS feels his hot blood rush
as once more his nostrils flare.

He scents a stag and off he bounds
to chase the Monarch o’ the Glen.
AILSA, his wee protege, hesitates,
but soon is off again.
Leaping, striding, bounding,
side by side they run.
Who’d of thought a lesson in aromatherapy
would turn out to be such fun.



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A Country Encounter

Soft brown eyes, appealing
Whilst her heart raced in her breast,
She'd lain so long, she'd lost all feeling
Save for a tiredness, a need to rest.
Trapped in wire, torn on the hock
The young roe deer just lay,
Bruised and battered, deep in shock
Who for her, would save the day?

Our wee Dandie did espy her there
And ran o'er to make a fuss.
His barks and yells did fill the air,
It was his noise that attracted us.
The roe deer's eyes had filled with fear
As we wrestled with the wire.
Quite overwhelmed, I shed a tear
To free this deer was my desire.

My friend raced home to find the means
To cut the wee beast free,
The Dandie licked my bloodstained jeans,
It was the deer that bled, not me.
At last the entanglement was clear,
The roe's relief remained unspoken,
A nervous twitch convulsed the deer
I fear its leg was broken.

Barbed wire in town or city
Does not seem out of place,
Should we show this roe deer pity?
Now that's another case.
With a bound that almost burst its heart
It made a bee line for the trees
Its sudden movement gave me a start
And left me praying..... on my knees.


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Pyrotechnics

Well as you all have no doubt experienced the onslaught of the 'pyrotechnic season'
(mid September through until mid January) you will understand my frustration at the
indiscriminate use of fireworks. If we can be frightened and intimidated by the new mixture
of loutishness and gunpowder.... have a thought as to how our pets feel.......

Here is a view from a pet's perspective........

Pyrotechnics is a word I've grown to hate
As a canine I cannot comprehend
They start around October and go on so very late
That I'm sure they're never going to end.
With hearing as acute as you know my hearing is
An attribute upon which my life depends
I cannot stand explosions or things that go off whizz
And I give thanks when the 'pyrotechnic season' ends.

The seasons has been protracted
There are no longer days of truce
Must these scenes be re-enacted
For in truth there's no excuse
We are the frightened minority
With no voice to call our own
In your pursuit of enjoyment
The practise has grown and grown

We are never given a moments thought
When you point those rockets to the sky
We are left in fear to tremble
Without understanding why.
With each firework you light
Our fears are born anew
It gives you a moment of delight
But it causes heartache too.

It causes great distress to all pets
Whom you once did call a friend
My plea this year to you is
Let this PYROTECHNIC practise end.



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........ and finally...

Goodbye My Beloved Master

Now each of us as pet owners have a responsibility, not only of seeing to the animals health and welfare but also ensuring in times of incurable illness that our pets don't suffer. There are hard choices to make and heart breaking times ahead of us all. This won't make our decisions any easier but it might just give us an insight to what our pets thinks and feels throughout their time with us. Get a few tissues out and read on.....

It's a note from a dog to his master:


When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh.
You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend.
Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?"
-- but then you'd relent and roll me over for a belly rub.

My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect.

We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs" you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.

Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love.

She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" -- still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy.

Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness,how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate.

Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a prisoner of love. As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose.

I loved everything about them and their touch -- because your touch was now so infrequent -- and I would've defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway.

There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf.

Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family.

I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her."

They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities placing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers." You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed,

"No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!"

And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life. You gave me a goodbye pat on the head, avoided my eyes,and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you.

You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too.

After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked, "How could you?"

They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago.

At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you, that you had changed your mind -- that this was all a bad dream ...or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me.

When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room.

She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days.

As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her,and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood. She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago.

She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured

"How could you?"

Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said, "I'm so sorry." She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself -- a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place.


And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not directed at her. It was directed at you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of you. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.

Goodbye My Beloved Master.
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One word to sum up this page for me David although NOT in the dictionary is FANTABULOUS.

SO different from my own attempt at poetry but so full of feeling. Thankyou.

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Thank you for taking the time to peruse my scribbles, in this instance, on this page the stories of my pets have been told. My Dandies have long since gone to those fluffy hills and bright blue dales in the sky, to romp and play until I can call them to my side once more.

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Very enjoyable read David.
Have you had any published?

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Yes....several offered up to anthologies from time to time...... but it is on my bucket list.
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That was so moving Daffyd! Particularly as we have just had to put our big dog to sleep. He was dying of old age and the hardest part for us is that we cannot explain to him what is happening and why. We couldn't bear the signs of his pain any longer.
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Oh, Cidey, I KNOW.

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