One-Liner Wednesday. 28/7/2021.

Outside of a dog a book is man’s best friend, inside of a dog it’s too dark to read!

Groucho Marx
Ruby and friends! © willowdot21.

THIS IS PART OF LINDAGHILL’S ONE-LINER WEDNESDAY.

One-Liner Wednesday. Ruby.

PART OF LINDAGHILL’S ONE-LINER WEDNESDAY.

“Outside of a dog, a book is a man’s best friend. Inside of a dog it’s too dark to read.” – Groucho Marx.

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Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 52: (NOISE) in the B rhyme line.

Ronovan Writes Decima Challenge Image
You may, if you wish, make some kind of link between the Haiku Challenge prompt of (FLEAS and Sneeze) my Haiku is here. and this Décima Challenge of NOISE in the B rhyme lineThis means you could write a haiku post using the prompt words. Then do a Décima post using this week’s prompt uniting the two with a common message.
The 2 CHALLENGES are SEPARATE but CAN BE combined if YOU CHOOSE to do so.

Like a rumble in the jungle
A whirring, bumbling joyful noise.
Fleas busy showing off their poise.
A heaving seaving big bundle.
Singing up a joyful roundel.
Ruby’s distracted by her nose.
She hears the rumble as it grows.
Her nose is busy a twitching
Those fleas are busy a scritchin.
I hear a sneeze and out they blows.

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This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Décima.

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 352 FLEAS and Sneeze.

Thid is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge.

Tickle on the nose
Is it a sign of a sneeze?
On not in, it’s fleas.

Disclaimer: Ruby does not have fleas. !!

Book 2 Bananas

CHAPTER 2

Coz Bananas is so well behaved – and wouldn’t say boo to a flaplegs as the old saying goes – she’s not always attached to the lead. Perhaps, on the other paw, coz Oskar’s so well behaved he don’t need to be on his lead? 

Wotever! 

Yor’all very well behaved today she barks happily at Oskar and his siblings. The older brother and sister always go on walkies with Oskar coz packmom don’t let any of thems go on walkies alone.

No lead means Bananas can do wot she wants – which is not a lot coz Pugs are boisterous but not necessarily adventurous.  Mostly, she trots along in front of Oskar snouting her familiar way towards Herdwick pooping park, squirting on familiar markers, checking out potential noshing opportunities, and occasionally bumping snoutz with her fourlegs mates.

Snifz yu, Missy Biscuits yaps Bananas happy to see her bigger sister the red-merle Australian Shepherd.

Snifz yu, too, beautiful replies Missy Biscuits equally pleased to bump snoutz with Bananas, the only female fourlegs in West Pid wot don’t act the jealous stonk.

A short bit of rough and tumble in the park, followed by a very small poop – Arjom dutifully bagging it in that specially scented plastic glove packmom provides him; and then it’s off to the High Street. The older pups have got a shopping list of errands to run for packmom.  Bananas lyks these errands coz she gets to stay outside in the street with Oskar and play while the older pups disappear inside the shops.  But she can always snifz thems wherever they disappear to.

“watchBananas” they scritch at Oskar, wobbling off.

Don’t fret about Oskar, I got him well under control she yaps back.

Today, the older pups go wobbling into the Organic shop on the corner of Short Cut.  Bananas ain’t sure wot organic is but it sure don’t involve nosh coz they never bring back anything sniffy. 

Wot a waste of good noshing time considers Bananas. 

She turns her attention elsewhere for some fun and a bit of chin-wag.  

Who better than Paddles sitting upon his tartan blanket halfway along Short Cut and blazing away in a big fuzzy blob of neon pink.  Funny thing is the bright hot ball in the sky now shines on Squeezy squeezing her accordion and lighting up Paddles in an eyeball-watering corona.  It ain’t the pink color wot Bananas eyeballs – coz fourlegs don’t catch many colours, ‘cept blues and greys – but Paddles fuzzy shape reminds her of thems strange things Oskar lyks to stick on the end of little twigs; wot he calls pencils.

Hey Paddles, snifz yu she trots forward, Oskar pulled close behind.

Don’t interrupt Paddles grunts sharply performing to the pedestrians, init

Bananas snifz about the blanket, attracted to the small metal bits, discovering a lot about individual hindlegs and wot they’ve eaten and how healthy they are from the greasy touch of thems handpaws.

And don’t touch ‘ems, coz Squeezy’s gonna take thems home and nosh ‘ems

Nosh ‘ems?

Sure! shocked that Bananas could even ask such a muttwit question.

Squeezy stops squeezing the accordion for a break   “woooooph-huuuuuuh” she immediately tokes on her e-cig.

Thank dog that noise is over sighs Paddles now I gotta wait permission to take a squirtz

That makes no sense to Bananas.  Any normal fourlegs can squirtz whenever it wants to.

“whyisyourdogpink?” Oskar scritches at Squeezy.

Normally Squeezy won’t scritch anything back about dogs and colours but coz Oskar is just a pup she allows a rare exception “coz,apinkdogattractsmorepeople–andmorepeoplegivemoremoney,makesense?”

Wot? asks Bananas, coz she understands Oskar but don’t understand wot most other hindlegs scritch – the same for most fourlegs, as it happens.

Pink.  I’m pink for more money

Money?

Corss. From thems pedestrians.

The fact that both hindlegs have got no clue wot they’re barking about is irrelevant.  But wotz a bit more relevant is glittery plum bobs. In that great mind between his short, thick and furry earflaps Paddles recalls Squeezy’s promise to spray his plumbs with glitter.  Yes. That’s totally butt-lickin’ relevant. Coz he don’t want the glitter. 

Uh-uh!

And he tells Bananas all abouts it.

Paddle’s plum bobs are of no great interest to Bananas – but glitter is.  Thank dog no one scritches about promising to glitter her plum bobs. The fact that she don’t have any ain’t the here or over there.

Hindlegs think they can do wot they lyk she grumbles, trotting off with Oskar to join his siblings for the long wobble home.

Ya, snifz yu, Bananas Gunther stops squirting on growling roundlegs and trots over to bump snoutz.

Hello, Gunther, snifz yu followed by a token sniffing of mutual rear ends.

Westley Piddle is looking up sez Gunther fräuleinmate and me are making spritzen on one BMW 450i roundlegs, one Mercedes C220 roundlegs, diesel corss, one Porsche 9–

That’s many ones comments Bananas

Ya Gunther pants happily.

“prettychildren” scritches fräuleinmate at the three hindlegs pups “allfromUkraine?”

“Estonia,actually” scritches Arjom politely.

Wotz outside Westley Piddle adds Bananas, catching the sound of ‘Estonia’.  She does some heavy thinking of any other places she knows between her short black earflaps.

And she then recalls glittery plum bobs – and Paddles – and the disaster of glittery plum bobs on Paddles – one stuck to the other. 

Gunther, wot do yu know about glittery plum bobs?

German brand? he barks immediately.

Not sure

Not German, not worth a spritzen

..yu come and go, yu come and go…Karma, Karma, ka…

As it happens, Paddles and Squeezy pass by on the mowta making all sorts of strange scritchy Boy George sounds. Off for a squirting break and a bit of nosh.

Gunther raises his snout and sniffs disdainfully at the mobility scooter.

Wot is the world coming to he grunts, dismissively.

And, all of a sudden, Bananas earflaps start flapping in great agitation. She’s thinking.  Something most fourlegs won’t, don’t, can’t do much of.

Gunther, wotz that growling roundlegs? pointing her flat snout – wot ain’t so easy to do – at the mowta.

Not German – and not growling.  Just a whiny, skinny roundlegs he replies getting bored and wanting to trot on and spritzen on a Jaguar F-Pace he’s sniffing, wotz illegally parked at the end of Short Cut.  

Sure, but wot.is.it.?

Gunther who knows everything there is to know and wotz cleverer than most fourlegs – with his straight back, tail up and all tip-top, best of breed, lyk – delivers his lecture.

Ya, das ist a mobility scooter he begins in a patricianly manner TGA Breeze, mark 4 – if I am not mistaken – wot runs on two standard 12 volt, deep cycle, lead acid batteries, zat produces 24 volts… 

“thatdoglikesbarking” scritches Oskar

“ya,German” scritches fräuleinmate, and the hindlegs pack watch in amusement as the two fourlegs yap at each other.

..running a class 3 mobility scooter with a maximum trotting speed of eight miles per h– 

Eight wot?

Don’t matter continues Gunther now into his element with ze turning radius of one hundred and seventy four centi–

Brother interrupts Bananas,

all big black eyeballs staring up at the curly grey Standard Schnauzer I just wanna bump snoutz with that mowta and start some big submitting!

Ya, so? Gunther’s earflaps prick up in astonishment yu appear a bit small to do any big submitting, meine schwester

I’m female her flat snout brooking no further argument.

And, without no further argument, Gunther barks at her wot she’s got to do. 

Poppet: Westley Piddle Summer Fayre.

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Sparky, wot about stoppin’n’noshin’?

No time, mate

Henry shakes his large head, splashing away the rainlick.

No time for noshing? 

Wot I means is, one: I grab Poppet, two: yu slap muttwit, three: we goes noshing, afters

Load of numbers, init?

Henry mate, just give that big brown muttwit a right hammering and I’ll crunch thems numbers

Crunching? Lyk the sound o’ that

C’mon, let’s finish this

The little and large fourlegs spin left and crash down into the undergrowth following the snifz of Poppet and that worrisome brown muttwit. Sniffy colours intensify the closer they trot.

Need some noshing Henry is panting not really built for speed, only submitting

Hold fast Henry.  Gotta get Poppet back to the fayre before our hindlegs start missing us

Who?  Franks?  Nah, he’s banging the piss in the beer tent.  Thinks I’m under the table

Erh, excellent.  Let’s end this – nows!

Poppet is conflicted. Running away into the sunset ain’t supposed to snifz lyk this. Izit?

Cold, damp, dark, versus comfort, warmth, and safety.  Maybe nows the time to go home to Stonks and enjoy that coffee!

Are we nearly there – erh, anywhere yet?

We are my lover Drizzle stops and turns to Poppet.  

A right solid male lyk Drizzle is all her dreams come true, right?  Trouble is, all her dreams also include loads of dry weather, a cozy houseden, and Stonks with food bowl in handpaw. 

Drizzle’s touch changes that in an instant.

Without further ado Drizzle trots ‘round back of Poppet for some well-deserved eightleggers. Sudden weight and Drizzle’s damp front toes are hanging down either side of her flanks.  Large teeth are nuzzling her earflap before firmly clamping down onto her scruff. Not painfully, but in a right solid and intimately submitting grip. 

Poppet is conflicted no more.

Spy ’ems and snifz ’ems!

Hold on, need my second wind Henry lumbers along behind.

The snow drives back the foot that’s slow

Sparky is tingling.  He is Fenrir.  And the time for action is nows.  He streaks forward.

They ask no quarter Henry, and we show no quarter

They – we – wot?

This Drizzle is well fit, thinks Poppet, and wot he’s doing is simply– 

Get off ‘o her! Sparky streaks out of nowhere, crashing into Drizzle’s flank.

Thud!

And bounces off, upside down in the rainlick leaves, paws sticking up in the air.

Yu wot, mate? Drizzle slides off Poppet to stand over the Whippet.  

Great legs tower up into the darkness, merging into sky-blotting head. 

I am Fenrir Sparky croaks, chops dry companion of Tyr, Norse god of war 

And? Drizzle cocks his head, ready to lunge. 

Sparky looks away and, erh – and this is my mate, Henry!

Royt then! Henry lumbers into view any yuz muttwits wanna submit before nosh?

Drizzle leaps away from Sparky. Henry stands foursquare. Poppet feels ignored. 

Aww, mount up again, Drizzle, yu big tonk

The two big fourlegs knock heads, stubs and tails raised respectively.

Snifz yuz

Snifz yuz

Bodies slide past one another, searching and seeking. Butt sniffing all that hunger, desire, disappointment and despair. Both pull away, berserker ready.

Submit! roars Drizzle

Yeah royt huffs Henry. 

They knock heads together once again, and – well, just stand there, shaking earflaps and wagging butts, the daft muttwits.

How yu doing Fudge?

Not so bad, Henry. Yu?

Wot? Sparky jumps upside the right way.

Fudge?  Poppet squeaks, backend still quivering.

Hold up, thought yor name’s Drizzle?

Henry looks at Poppet for a moment nah, this’s Fudge

Unbelievable Poppet steams.

Missing his pleasurable weight is bad enough. Worse, this Fudge is more than happy to stand there shooting the poop with Henry. 

As for Sparky, he drops earflaps and braces for the wrath of a Poppet-denied his coming his way.

Sparky! Yu stupid, little mu–  

Meanwhile, Fudge and Henry are catching up on all the latest.

No sign of yor lost hindlegs then, Fudge?

Nah mate,  sniffed ’ems in Herdwick pooping park beforenows, but – nah!

The two great minds happily peer ‘round abouts the woods.

Nice gaff says Henry, wishing he can live in the woods and not in a small backyard.

Not so bad Fudge replies, content to simply stand with his buddy and snifz in the surroundings. He wanders over to the nearest squirting post and cocks a leg. Henry follows, sniffing Fudge’s squirtz for all the latest intel, before adding a little intel of his own.

Oi, yuz two!  Poppet shatters the bromance moment.  A flaplegs sqwarks in surprise from the branches above. 

And yu she hisses at Sparky stay right there, I ain’t done with yuz yet before marching over to the two great minds.

Right then, Drizzle or Fudge or wotever she barks, before adding softly we still an item, init? 

Item? Drizzle or Fudge looks confused. 

Yes. Us she snarls yu know, a link? 

Fudge looks at Henry for answers.  Henry slobbers a bit before looking at Sparky. All three fourlegs look back at Poppet.

???

It was really, really good. But now… I’ve got to go away! Oh, oh, oh.

Sparky dares to go and stand beside Henry and Fudge – the three fourlegs gawking at Poppet.

Silence hangs heavy in the dark woods.  

The flaplegs sqwarks again. 

Buncha kretins she spits, and flops down to start licking her butt.

Fancy marking some posts? Fudge breaks the moment.

Totally replies Henry.

And just lyk that the two great minds trot off into the woods, abandoning Sparky.

Uh-oh Sparky starts getting tingly as Poppet directs all her fluffed-up blond earflaps frustrations straight at him.

Upon us all, upon us all a little rain must fall. It’s just a little rain oh yeah…

Laters.

“theGibson?” KevLegs is beaming idiotically at Stonks “whenyousaidEDS1275” he pinches out his tee-shirt from his belly “youmeant,thetwin-necked,GibsonEDS1275!”

“corss” Stonks replies “obvs”

“notalottapeopleknowthat” KevLegs admits in wonder, beer glass drooping in one handpaw, tee-shirt pinched out in the other.

“saw’emlive,O2-“ she pokes a handpaw at Jimmy Page.

“noway!” he is stunned into silence. And then, tentatively “aStarWarsfan,also?”

“doesakickinthenutshurt?” she replies, lifting her tiny snout to the sky and scritching happily.

KevLegs fumes every possible shade of orange. A colour of pure happiness wot spreads across Herdwick pooping park, making fourlegs forget wot they’re doing, eating, squirting, eating, sniffing, eating.  Black snout holes everywhere, twitching the air.

Don’t tell me… Poppet starts in amazement.

Yeah, both into Zep answers Sparky with intense satisfaction.

“nonsesense,nonsense,nonsense” scritches KevLegs

“nonsesense,nonsense,andmorenonsense” scritches Stonks. 

They wobble off together, the two hungry fourlegs well and truly forgotten.

This fayre’s the dog’s plum bobs Sparky snifz at all the nosh.

Sure Poppet shakes earflaps been disqualified, dogged and dumped, wot’s not to lyk? 

They trot towards the nosh stalls.

Kicking off with tandoori kebabs this end he suggests.

And noshing ‘it right up to Cornish pasties that end she finishes. 

Wanted a woman, never bargained for yuz

Sparky is feeling tingly all over.

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Part 4. Poppet

Knew it! Worrisome snifz really woz bad news Sparky eyeballs the unfolding events. 

The brown fourlegs is all large head, solid limbs and sculptured muscle, a crease of silky hair rippling along his spine as he runs.  The pretty Afghan, her coat shimmering in soft movement, following him.  For a moment Sparky stares in appreciation at these two magnificent gods racing in and out between outraged fourlegs and slow witted hindlegs, to freedom – before common sense slams in sideways and he barks a panicky warning. 

No Poppet, don’t do it!

“wot’syourproblem,matey?”

KevLegs, we gotta stop Poppet

“alrightmatey,I’mhungrytoo”

No. We gotta stop Poppet before it’s too late

“hotdogorburger?”

We gotta sto– dog-dammit! in a burst of insane speed – wot Whippets are famous for – he sprints away from KevLegs, leash snapping from handpaw, and races off to save Poppet.

Poppet, I’m coming.  I’m coming

And Sparky is transformed from tingly Whippet into Fenrir, the gigantic wolfmate of Tyr, Norse god of legend. At least, he thinks he is. Always sez so.  An ultra-sleek lightning fast grey battledog, zeroing onto thems, zig-zagging corners and cutting air to catch up. Lessening the distance with each bound. God of acceleration chasing gods of good looks.

Poppet! he barks Poppet, I’m com-iiing!

Poppet hears Sparky behind her – his bark closing fast.  But she’s got no time for this nows.  That big brown backside ahead pumping sturdy legs through the drink puddles is calling to her in irresistible colourful song.  Summoning up all she ever wants, needs, must have. Nows.

Poppet, wait up!

Leave me alone Sparky she manages to pant can’t yu see I’m – preoccupied?

Poppet, stop

I cannot – no – never as she crashes into the wonderful brown backside of the big fourlegs who has, in fact, stopped to face their pursuer.

Snifz yuz Drizzle roars keep away, she’s mine his body vibrating with heat, licking at Poppet and leaving her in no doubt who’s in charge here. 

Solid Rhodesian Ridgeback awaits sleek grey Whippet speeding towards him.

Sparky skids to a halt on outstretched pads, not winded in the slightest. 

Hey, girl, stop what yu doin’ he pleads to Poppet the only way he knows how hey girl, yu’ll drive me to ruin

Wha? Poppet blurts, astonished.

Zeppelin, init he licks his chops first album, the bestest  

Who?

Changed rock forever, erh, anyways  thin tail protectively curled between his back legs Poppet don’t do this 

“Sparky,comehere,comehereboy” KevLegs longways off, wobbling fast as he can wobble to try and catch up.

Poppet? Nice snifz-name Drizzle shakes his head approvingly before dropping it menacingly towards Sparky’s own delicate snout and my conquest

Over my dead paws 

Leave off, Sparky, we’re a pair Poppet sez, dizzy from all this wonderful male attention.

Sparky knocks snouts with Drizzle so nows yu’d better stop and rebuild all yor ruins

No Sparky Poppet pleads I want this

Not gonna happen

Really?  Drizzle lunges so quickly Sparky don’t see it happening. Blinding white pain behind his earflaps, ‘round his scruff.

SUBMIT! Drizzle roars

The pain, the pain without quarter Sparky chokes, pinned down the d-dogs of doom are h-howling m-more

Poppet finds herself jumping in to separate thems stop Drizzle, please stop, it’s only Sparky

Good advice, streetlegs Duncan irrupts onto the scene.  Snout cold and wet, eyeballs smoldering, his badge of office bright across his black and tan chest: Thames Valley PD Unit.  

Step away from the little fella he slaps his snout against Drizzle sharpish

Drizzle releases Sparky, who gets up, shakes himself down and determined to get back into the fight.

Sparky! Duncan’s commanding growl making the whippet pause in mid-leap.  

Not Sparky, Fenrir sez Sparky

Wotever, just do it

Sparky starts tingling violently but does wot he’s told and backs away.

She’s with me, nows Drizzle sez, not giving ground my conquest, that’s fourlegs rules, and yu knows it 

“easyboy” PC Andersen pulls Duncan to heel.

Duncan twitches earflaps, reluctantly agreeing the streetlegs is right.  He turns his snout away, dismissing the problem.

Thought so Drizzle replies, returning the compliment.  Nudging Poppet he whispers in her earflap run darling!

They sprint away into the distance, out of Herdwick pooping park, gone.

No wonder Poppet screwed up doggy intellectuals sighs Duncan.

Dog dammit, Duncan, why didn’t yu stop thems?  Sparky tingles, aghast.

Duncan looks down at him, his eyeballs cooling yu know I cannot. He ain’t broken no laws he grates between his teeth and he ain’t broken our ways 

Wotz broken? Henry lumbers out of nowhere, all loose limbs and slobbery jowls.

Hello Henry Duncan looks at him didn’t see yuz down at doggy’s intellectuals?

Doggy’s wotzits?

The trouble with hindlegs, PD Duncan muses, is they get all sorts of excited about nothing.  PC Andersen is scritching into his handpaw to Roger which, to start with ain’t natural and, to end with, coz he’s got himself agitated.

“domesticdog,goneintowoods” PC Andersen is scritching in agitation 

“nonsense,nonsense,nonsense” Roger scritches out of thin air.

“rogerthat,Poppet,Afghanhound,plusonelargemale,stray”  

Listen yu twos Duncan advises Henry and Sparky in a soft growl don’t go thinking of doing anything stupid

Some mutts gotta go save Poppet? explains Sparky.

That’s her problem, not yors

And not yors either, s’pose Sparky is hoping about on tiny paws.

Yu twos got any common sense–  

Sense? Henry quizzes.

Yes, sense repeats Duncan yu’ll both ignore that big brown muttwit and go grab some free nosh while it lasts

All yuz police fours ever think ‘bout is noshing Sparky yaps.

Dog-damned right! PD Duncan trots off towards the nosh stalls, PC Andersen still scritching into his handpaw at Roger.

Come on Henry, let’s get after ’ems

Both fourlegs wait for Duncan to disappear before dashing out of Herdwick pooping park, all stealthy lyk.  Stealthily as a stout English Mastiff and tingly Whippet can manage.

They’re wearing steel that’s bright and true. 

They carry news that must get through. 

They choose the path where no-one goes. 

The song bounces ‘round between Sparky’s earflaps.

Sparky? Henry whispers in a loud voice I got common sense, ain’t I?

Aww, buckets, mate

Poppet and Drizzle find the nearest street corner to squirt off some of the excitement.  Running from the law may not be new to the streetlegs Rhodesian Ridgeback but it certainly is to the pretty Afghan hound.

Come on we need to move Drizzle nudges her forward.

Where?

Follow me

Drizzle leads Poppet up Nelson Avenue and across Westley Piddle High Street, dodging between roundlegs.

“stupidanimals!” hindlegs shouts.

Drizzle trots a maze of back streets in a wide circle towards home, taking the long way to throw off any pursuit, his sporting female close at tail – just how he lyks it.

Caught up in the danger, Poppet starts considering wot she’s gone and done.  Deserted Stonks at the Doggy Intellectuals Show.  On the one paw, she’s never gonna hear the end of her scritching over that. On the other paw, she’s run off, init?  So she’s probably never gonna hear about it, anyways.  

Wot about Stonks?

Who?

Sharonpackmate, me companion

Wot about it without lessening his trot beforenows, init?

S’pose so! 

Poppet’s can hardly get earflaps ‘round this new nows. Wotz harder is getting earflaps ‘round this big male with his earthy orange-snifz and meaty hindquarters wotz nows all hers.  All hers!  Wet snout holes pinch together in lustful delight. Honest to dog, there’s gonna be no probs in getting her earflaps ‘round any of that meat loaf up front. Thank yu!

Scraping clouds let fall a right load of rainlick, soaking both fourlegs.  Drizzle’s fur stains black under all the drink  – another alluring feature of his, Poppet thinks.  She’s also thinks that Stonks always makes a B-line for the nearest coffee shop when its rainlicking. Unexpected memories of the snifz of coffee falters her step.

Keep up Drizzle barks

Stonks needs her coffee she whines.

Don’t bark poop he grunts, dismissively keep on trotting

Rainlick is bouncing up from the pavement into Poppet’s eyeballs, her beautiful hair is dripping in black tails, her pads are soaked and she stops to lick thems.

Wot nows? Drizzle turns on her we gotta reach thems woods and safety

Givvus a second

Two muttwits saunter ‘round the corner at the far end of the street.

Argh, not thems again!

Who?

That skinny muttwit, Fenrir and some right ugly wrencher

Fenrir? Nah, that’s Sparky.  Right dreamer is wot that Whippet is

Don’t know, don’t care.  Cock a leg and keep up!

Poppet wants to flop down and throw a sulk but, wotz even more important, she don’t want to lose her stud muffin, neither.  They hurry through the rainlick, pursued by the two muttwits. After a squirtz or two further on West Pid’s housedens give way to woods and hedgerows.

Keep up Drizzle shoots left into the undergrowth beneath the trees.

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A Quick Pint down the Pig and Ferret.

Time for another pint down at the Pig and Ferret.

Zozo and Jools

Get over to Westly Piddle and see what’s happening NOW!

Wordless Wednesday : Friends.

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Poppet: Wesley Piddle Summer Fayre Part Three.

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Part 3. Poppet

 “you’relate!” Armitage scritches. 

“keepyourhaton,we’rehere,ain’twe?” 

“stickthisnumberonthedoggy” Armitage thrusts a No.11 rosette into her handpaw.

Stonks and Poppet stand at the edge of the showground with loads other fourlegs. Sitting, reclining, licking at essentials, and all hard eyeballing Poppet.

Oi, shaggy teets, brains not beauty wanted, init? Sasha, the cute Shih Tzu, spits. 

Shuttit, fluffy butt growls Poppet.

Ooo, stupid animaux  Marie-Antoinette, the French Poodle shrills at thems both no beauty, no brains, no intellect-tuels.  No clarss!

Stonks pulls out a curry comb, spinning silver from Poppet’s fur “needbrushing,needbrushing”

I’ll bang this Poppet’s beauty dazzles not so hard, izit?

“numberten,numberten” Armitage scritches, making all the fourlegs wince “getyerdoggyhere,NOW”

“isthatyou?” Stonks is checking the rosette number on Poppet’s collar.

Is that me – wot?  daft hindlegs with all their daft numbers, wotever thems are.

That’ll be me, sir Gunther, the curly-haired Standard Schnauzer marches onto the showground number ten

Him! Sasha is shaking earflaps in disgust would be that jerry melt, wunnit?  

Attention, attention, muttwits all Gunther barks fiercely at his audience now follows ze demonstration of right posture, fine precision and ze German art of canine intellektuelles

He trots precisely to the designated starting point. 

I am prepared! he instructs fräuleinmate, his hindlegs companion.

“startingnow“ Armitage scritches“dogswotpoop,willbedisqualified“

He is one big German poop! Sasha barks.

Vatch and learn Gunther barks loudly sad English muttwits, French muttwits, Japanese muttwits…miscreant mutt-

“disqualified!“ Armitage scritches.

Vot!

“toomuchbarking,zerointelligence“

Zero intellek– sputters Gunther Ha! On four legs or two I am, by far, ze most intellektuelle. Sir, be advised, I am ver– 

“enoughnoise,disqualified…NEXT!“

Hoots of derision explode from English, French, Japanse an other miscreant muttwits. 

Schnell fräuleinmate, let’s spritzen some German roundlegs 

Gunther marches from the field of battle, disdainful snout held aloft.

“numberteleven,numberELEVEN” Armitage scritches “bringthedoggy,andnobarking”

“OhPoppet,that’sus” Stonks almost trips over the rope barrier to get at the showring.

Cultureless beetch the French Poodle daintily trills at Poppet.

In less time than it takes a large fourlegs to squirtz three times, end on end, Drizzle has already stuffed his snout with pizza bits, pork rinds, fried noodles, doner kebab, and sticks of chicken satay.  He indolently cocks a leg against the corner of the Cornish pasties and starts to – 

Put a stopper on that! PD Duncan barks, stepping into view, PC Andersen on a lead beside him.

Snifz yu, big fella Drizzle sez, mid squirtz and stopper wot?

Cocking a leg lyk yu owns the place

Squirtings against the law, officer? Drizzle raises his solid black snout, eyeballing the Thames Valley Police Dobermann.

Yes. Within proximity of hindlegs nosh Duncan eyeballs back, unblinking, snout twitching easily.

Within wot?

Close to, nearby, within range of…

So, whys that then?

Coz fourlegs are not permitted to squirtz in non-designated squirting areas

Hmm Drizzle flashes a big maw of teeth, slowly lowering his cocked leg.

Duncan steps forward to bump snouts thems are the squirting rules of law. Understood streetlegs?

Drizzle wants to fight. He snifz ready for it, expecting the PD to do the same, but the Dobermann stands rock steady, relaxed, disinterested.

Drizzle snorts and backs off. 

Thought so Duncan watches him slouch away and disappear into the crowds. 

Shaking his head, he forgets Drizzle and eyeballs PC Andersen right then, ‘bout time for some well-earned police lunch, constable?

Rainlick, wotz been dripping on and off all morning nows decides to turn it full on.

Better find some earflaps shelter

Earflaps battened down, Drizzle quickens his pace towards the pooping woods behind the park, his homeden. He stops in mid trot, snout up, sniffing colours of extreme interest: female colours. Lots of ‘ems.

Ah-ha!

One colour is particularly overpowering. Snout holes twitching – a sporting female on the cusp of ragging it red.

An ugly grey Whippet is eyeballing him from the distance.

Mind yor own dinner he barks in his direction.

Trotting on he soon finds himself amongst a pack of fourlegs.  Females all turn and snifz in his direction.  Their daft hindlegs companions don’t notice, eyeballing straight ahead at something – wotz the same direction that overpowering colour is sniffing from. He pushes through the pack to snout it out for himself.

Snifz vous some Frenchie whispers at him. Ordinarily that’s enough to get some sporting action going but all he wants now is to follow his snout towards the most exciting colour he’s ever sniffed. Today anyways.

In front of Drizzle, across an empty space, Armitage is scritching nonsense at Stonks. Drizzle begins licking his chops.

“nonsense,andnonsense”

And Stonks, in turn, is scritching nonsense at Poppet “turnleft”

..and turning left

More scritching.

..turning right

..sitting, lying down, and staying

Ha, we’re burying it, Stonks!

Erh, wot – wot?

Nah, easier I come with yu, init, not wait ‘round abouts here? 

“STAY!”

Nah, I’m coming with yuz.  Definitely coming with yu–

 “disqualified!”

“leaveoff,youold-erh,mrArmitage” Stonks is flicking handpaws at Armitage.

“Isaiddisqualified-nonsensenonsense-idiotcanine”

Givvus another chance, mate

“DISQUALIFIED!”

All of a sudden she don’t care.  She ain’t listening, ain’t sniffing, and ain’t being intellectual.  Coz Poppet’s life is being turned upside down, inside out.

Onto the show ground trots the most dog-damned solid stud muffin she’s ever sniffed. Trots right up to her without a care in the world and bumps snoutz.

Snifz yu, kitten he nuzzles

S-nifz – snifz yu

“PoppetNO,PoppetNO!”

Poppet ain’t part of this world no more.  She allows this stranger to go do something no other fourlegs is ever allowed to do beforenows.  To trot ‘round back and snout her necessaries.

Ooooh-ahhhhh female fourlegs from all ‘round the show area swoon in unison.

Before Stonks can overcome her shock, before Armitage can scritch any more nonsense – Poppet is flying for her life.  Following this wonderfully sniffy fourlegs off the show ground.  Flying headlong towards the exit of Herdwick pooping park, and beyond. 

“Poppet,comebackhere,youslut”

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