Tuesday, 6 November 2012

Statute of limitations is over

I don't think I can get done for this now, so I might as well just tell you of the depths of depravity to which I allegedly sank.

   I used to live very close to Buckingham Palace. One day, I received a telephone call. On answering, a very irate voice demanded to know if I was the owner of Wilbur. Not really, I responded, but I was in charge of him. The dog had often disappeared for a while but always came back because he was quite elderly.

  'This is the Royal Mews.' the voice announced, (I could actually hear the capitals), but then demanded. 'Come and extract your dog!'

  'From what? ' I queried, expecting it to be a royal carriage, or perhaps a state car.

  Now the voice rose in register to a pitch I'd never before in a man.

  'From Her Majesty's corgi. Your dog is having sex with one of her on-heat dogs.'

   The last word was now beyond my hearing ability.

   Obediently I left the house and began the eight hundred yard trek over; but suddenly remembered that Wilbur was not the youngest of dogs and it would be a pity to spoil what would probably be his last bit of fun. Thus when I arrived about half an hour later, it was to find the dog, self extracted and lying in the corner of the royal garage with a wry grin all over his furry face and guarded by a near homicidal aide. 

   'Remove this, this thing!'

   Reluctantly the dog got to his feet, his eager face suggesting, perhaps, that a cigarette would be the perfect end.

   Good old Wilbur has now shuffled off this mortal coil and gone to doggy heaven where the corgis, and their guards, are probably more accommodating.

10 comments:

  1. Get outta town!!! That really happened?? That's hysterical. Gave me a most needed chuckle to start the day with.

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    1. it really did happen. I can't tell anyone about the Margaret Thatcher's front doorstep for a few years yet.

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  2. That's hilarious! Nice to know the status quo doesn't extend to our four-legged pals. :-) Like a real life Lady and the Tramp.

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    1. He was a great dog. I wonder if the royal aide was more upset about illicit sex, or the fact that he was a dog of no apparent breed.

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  3. You have such great material for a book of your own experiences! This is such a funny story!

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    1. Mostly due to you I've begun saving them since I discovered that just by writing of them in my blog it is immediately copyright - I hope. There are the years in Beverly Hills to go yet. I'll get on to them when my courage permits.

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  4. I think Wilbur deserves a book of his own!

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  5. He was a great dog but an absolute amateur next to Rupert, a sixty five pound Clumber spaniel. Think Grizzly with extreme attitude. He nearly got me shot.

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  6. This was just too good! I loved reading it. Honestly, these choice bits would make excellent stories written similar to the style of James Herriot. You're such an exceptional writer.

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  7. That's very kind of you, Donna, thanks.

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