KC Name: DEBAKS DUCK THE FOGG
Pet Name: Wilf
Breed: Lurcher
Born: 28/11/1997
Sire: Widget
Dam: Sadie
My friend Dot owns Widget. When she told me he had sired a litter I said if there was a blue bitch that looked like him I would be tempted to have her. We went to have a look at the puppies. There were three blue bitches to choose from.
The shed door opened and there sat Wilf. Would you have been able to resist?
Wilf is not a typical Lurcher. He was scared of my house rabbit, she used to chase him around the room! Just to keep the peace I had to get her a hutch and run outside.
We tried our hand at the 'Lurcher Obedience' at the game fairs, but Wilf wouldn't chase the lure. It got to be quite embarrassing, so we tried normal obedience.
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Wilf took to Obedience in his own style. The days he felt 
like it there was no stopping him.(He won out of Novice in his first five shows.) The days he didn't feel like it there was no starting him!
Because of this he only does about ten shows a year.
He has still managed to be 'C' only and we are just waiting for that very understanding judge to award us a win so that he can be - Debaks Duck The Fogg ow.
Look into my sad brown eyes and tell me that you care
I keep looking for my human, but my human's never there.
I've wagged my tail and licked the hands
That sometimes hit me hard
I'm cold and shivering, hungry, scared
Chained up in this back yard.
My water's green, my food is rare
My wounds are red and raw.
I wonder what the humans do, behind that kitchen door?
I hear them laugh, I smell their food
I lift my head, and bark,
But my human comes and cuffs me, turns off the light...it's dark!
Snow is drifting, white and cold, in through my kennel door
I try to curl up to keep warm, but the snow is on the floor.
My skin is raw, my fur part gone
I wish that I could die,
I've tried so hard to be so good, so why this life? Oh why?
Please Santa come and rescue me, relieve me from this pain,
I'd rather die than stay chained here
I just need love again.
Footsteps return along the path, I crouch against the wall
Two hands reach in to hit me more, I curl into a ball.
But no......these hands caress and stroke
A ladies voice says''Come
you're quite safe now, we'll make you well
so come along, old son''
Something warm and soft surrounds my frame
A kiss falls on my head
The ladies voice makes soothing sounds
I think I must be dead.
We travel for an hour or so
Then there's another kitchen door,
but this time I'm allowed inside
There's a food bowl on the floor.
There are drinks, and toys, and beds as well
and these are all for me
There are lotions, potions, creams and pills
To make me well, you see.
I have strokes and kisses, hugs and walks
warmth and love abound.
What have I done to deserve all this?
I'm only a scruffy old hound.
I hear my human talking to a friend, upon the phone
And at last I discover why I have this happy home.
I put my muzzle in my bowl, and have a cool, fresh drink.
I count my lucky stars and say
THANK YOU, LURCHER LINK.
Author 'Twigletsmum'
