Ode to the First Time Puppy Walker
Posted on Wednesday, April 3, 2019
In: Hunting Poetry
Written by: Tanya Woodhead MH
The huntsman drove up to our gate.. “I’ve brought you these..” he said, “This one has been rather ill, and messed on that one’s head!” I tried to look delighted, as any new mum should, but the smell of sick, and other things, had somewhat spoiled the mood! A gorgeous pair of tiny dogs had...