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Why own a whippet? There's a danger you know, you can't own just one, for the craving will grow. There's no doubt they're addictive, wherein lies the danger. While living with lots, you'll grow poorer and stranger. One dog is no trouble and two are so funny. The third one is easy, the fourth one's a honey. The fifth is delightful, the sixth one's a breeze. You find you can live with a houseful, with ease. So how 'bout another? Would you really dare? They're really quite easy, but, Oh Lord, more hair! With dogs on the sofa and dogs on the bed, and crates in the kitchen, it's no bother, you've said. They're really no trouble, their manners are great. What's just one more dog and one more crate? The sofa is hairy, the windows are crusty. The floor is all footprints, the furniture's dusty. The housekeeping suffers, but what do you care? Who minds a few nose prints and a little more hair? So let's get that puppy, you can always find room. And a little more time for the dust cloth and broom. There's hardly a limit to the dogs you can add. The thought of a cutback sure makes you feel bad. Each whippet is so special, so sweet, so funny. The food bill grows larger, you owe the vet money. Your kids never visit, few friends come to stay, Except other dog folk who live the same way. Your lawn has now died, and your shrubs are dead too. But your weekends are busy, 'cause you're off with your crew. There's dog food and vitamins, training and shots. And entries and travel and motels which cost lots. Is it worth it you wonder? Are you caught in a trap? Then that puppy comes up and climbs into your lap. Her look says you're special and you know that you will keep all the critters, in spite of the bill. Some just for show and some just to race, some just for loving, they all fill a need, they all have a place. But winter's a hassle, the whippets hate it too. But they must have their walks, though they're numb and you're blue. Late evening is awful, you scream and you shout, at the dogs on the sofa, who refuse to go out. The dogs and the competition, the travel, the thrills. The work and the worry, the pressure and the bills. The whole thing seems worth it, the dogs are your life. They're charming and funny and offset the strife. Your lifestyle has changed. Things just won't be the same. Yes, those dogs are addictive and so's the dog game. Author Anon. |
The Whippet
By Darren M. Grine
To the whippet that we so adore
This sighthound has been part of social folklore
From this history, who could ask for more.
The whippet once hunted for wild game
To the miners, a whippet became their claim to fame
A snap dog, this would become its other name.
Once considered a poor man’s racehorse
The whippet could run in many of a course
Competing with, no matter what the source.
The act of sporting, this is the whippet’s zest
Running like the wind, becomes its quest
Effortlessly gliding, always beating the rest.
A powerful body that’s built for speed
The whippet’s drive is to take the lead
Graceful lines and curves, this is a sight indeed.
Eyes that sparkle, will melt your heart
Shiny and oval shaped, what a work of art
That true whippet look, insists to be very smart.
With a personality that’s unbelievable
The whippet is very unpredictable
Crazy from the heart is always acceptable.
This whippet is considered very wise
Winsome and whimsical, there is no compromise
But to every whippet owner, this is no surprise.
August 9, 2004
Copyright ©2004 Darren M. Grine
I am a small and speedy sighthound
A coursing event is where I can be found
I’m so fast that I don’t even make a sound
I appear frail, but actually I’m quite sturdy
If you clock me I will be doing well over thirty
Routinely I’m bathed and groomed so I don’t get dirty
At times I might either bark or growl
If I don’t get my way I will show my scowl
I’m a whippet so I don’t believe in throwing in the towel
I’m known to keep everyone on their toes
I play with reckless abandon so anything goes
Not paying attention to me will add to your woes
I like to find a good place to lie in the sun
After a restful nap I go looking for some fun
Raising chaos and then settling down is when I’m done
I enjoy wallowing in the limelight
Prancing and dancing to everyone’s delight
This is part of my show that shines so bright
Even though I look like I’m maintenance free
I expect to be waited on in the highest degree
Living the high life is the luxurious lifestyle for me
Sometimes I’m compared to a king or a queen
I am catered to like any other royalty has ever seen
I would rule the whole world and everything in between
My distinguished life can cause a rile
But I get away with everything all the while
If you’re wondering, this is my whippet profile
September 26, 2004
Copyright ©2004 Darren M Grine
I am the one who lives to run
I don’t stop till the chase is done
Coming out on top makes me number one
To many, I’m considered a sighthound
But don’t think of me as a greyhound
I’m a whippet, this makes me different all around.
My motto is that I live for today
My elegance impresses, to everyone’s dismay
One of my favorite things to do is to instigate play.
My appearance seems to be very fragile
In fact you can see that I am actively agile
At times, I’m considered a canine projectile,
My body is shaped to be aerodynamic
All of my curves make me geometric
My strength and speed make me ecstatic.
The coat that I have is very colorful
Dark to brindle, my looks can be an eyeful
My artistic appearance is outright undeniable.
At times I’m finicky, but I love to eat
After a hearty meal, I head for the nearest sofa seat
Later awakened from a nap, I jump quickly to my feet.
I consider myself head of the household
Many times I don’t obey and do as I’m told
But escape reprimand because my looks are good as gold.
I am loyal to one master only
A thought of being with another is not to be
My master and his family will always be treasured by me.
August 11, 2004
Copyright ©2004 Darren M. Grine
One of his pastimes is to lounge all day
On his master’s bed is where he loves to lay
Start a game of chase, this whippet comes to play
He’s the one that’s somewhat mild
Far from the ones that are usually wild
His demeanor is that of a prince or royal child
With a rich origin dating back then
From Pharaoh to Cleopatra way back when
Surely roaming at will in a servant palace pen
Having an esteem of a newly crowned king
Food and drink is what’s expected for all to bring
Living like a monarch becomes his personal thing
He likes to be admired from afar
Posing as if he was a famous movie star
Given a chance, he’d be driving a fancy luxury car
Many times he prefers his own space
At a wink of an eye, he acts like he’s off to a race
Whether slow or fast, this whippet sets his own pace
Whatever he does, always goes
He’s a worthy whippet and it shows
Living life to the fullest is all he knows
With an ego that’s wide as a mile
His charming appeal will make you smile
Ideally, this is part of living a whippet style
August 14, 2004
Copyright ©2004 Darren M. Grine