Ode to a cocker spaniel

Thank you for your comments on dryers. Everybody loves a laundry post! On the basis of what you advised, and of what was on offer at Curry's, I've purchased a condenser Beko. Long may it dry! And I hope it doesn't cause me the need to vent. (See what I did there. But thinking about it, whatever happened to the word vent? It's seriously out of use now, and when I started blogging, people vented all the time. It was what made blogging great.)

When a cocker spaniel enters your life, there is a serious increase in earage in your daily life. As we walk Hector, we often sing that song:

Do your ears hang low?
Do they waggle to and fro?
Can you tie them in a know?
Can you tie them in a bow?
Can you swing them over your shoulder, like a regimental soldier?
Do your ears, hang, low?

It's a good song to walk to. Alternatively, one of us sits Hector on our lap, and acts it out with his ears. (No, it's not unkind, and let's face it, there's got to be some use for those appendages.)

9-yo and I have made up a couple more verses.

Do your ears hang high?
Do they point up to the sky?
Do they startle passers-by?
Can you flap them till you fly?
Could we make them into a hat, and then what would you think of that?
Do your ears, hang, high?

Do your ears twist round?
Can they reach down to the ground?
Do they make an awful sound?
Are they really world-renowned?
You'll be king of all things furry, and you'll never have to worry,
When your ears, are, crowned!

Gotta love a cocker spaniel!


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