This poem was sent to my luvly lurcher Luca from his friend's mum (rambo) upon his (Luca's) loss of bollocks(this week)... bear in mind that Mister is an adorable pale gold retreiver... and the 'gang' all play together.....I have met Marilyn recently whilst walking the dogs - Rambo, Mister, Buster & Missy. My boy is lovely but recently became rather objectionable due to his hormones and was rather 'persona non grata' with the gang. They, however, have put up with him and I have decided that..... well this sums it up......
I think it is so funny, the GET WELL CARD from his gang:
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We hope you'r feeling better
We 've just discovered what your mum done
She took you to the vets today
And now your gondads have gone;
I know you're feeling sore now
But it's just for a week or two;
none of us have got our goolies
So you see - it's not just you!
The testerone is dropping
And your 'lipstick' won't come out
You won't shag poor Mister
You'll forget what 'nookies' about.
Not one nut to share between us
-That really is a shame
Now you see why we all love
the 'Fetch the tennis ball game"
So hurry up and get better
Come out to play - and bring your mum
We'll all play together nicely together now
Cos we ain't got to watch our bum!
Lots of love from your mates Rambo, Buster, Mister, Missy & Jack xxxx
This lady is suffering from cancer and has lost all her hair and wears a wig. She has big jokes about the wind and trees, etc. bashing her hair away and yet she has a lovely ''get well" card like this and poem she did herself for my dog! Lovely new friend I have found from dog-walking!
Suexx
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