The Framers Forum

Tonight I bumped in to a guy I know quite well but hadn't seen for a while - carpenter, very good. He was walking a very weird looking dog, looked like a gangly lamb - asked him what it was - it's a Bedlingham terrier.

I know his wife is mad on cats so I was a bit surprised and asked him what the score was.

Well, the guy in the house behind him breeds/shows/keeps dogs and the neighbours get p'd off with the barking at times. One night this guy plucks up courage, aided in the Dutch manner .... and knocks on the door to complain.

Left with a dog!

When we were kids in the '60's our dog died, so my Dad went off to get another. After searching and asking around he found a kennel that had this pedigree dog that he got a bit cheaper cos it wasn't very well and he brought home this odd looking thing - a puppy Bedlington Terrier - we had never heard of them before, and I have no idea why my Dad chose it. We nurtured the dog and it lasted years - died long after I left home. We called it Smokie, for obvious reasons. It was more like a fluffy greyhound - it ran as fast, was very boney, could (and did) jump over our garden fence, and when the local bobby brought him back it was not unusual for them to query how boney he was. However, he was a smashing dog - as they are a bit poodley, they don't moult but you have to have them trimmed regularly - thi sis th etraditional way of trimming them. Still remember him with fondness all these years later, and love seeing one in the street as they are a rare sight.

Don't know how I managed to post the same picture twice - sorry!

Well Complain I Did,
When my wife's miniture black poodle "Suki" would fly round the living room, like a scalelectric car hitting the back of the settee in flight, with my kids edging her on calling Suki.....arrrrr. Zoom

Complain I Did,
When my brother Pete tought her to swim when we were out for a country walk.

The Bugger through her in the river.....arrrrr My wife went mad, but she did learn to swim, we where not amused.

Mitreman

Reminds me of the time my cousin Tony(about 14 years old at the time) made the mistake of going back to a barber to complain about his haircut....you can guess the rest

wot no hair

Brian