Showing posts with label fox-hunting. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fox-hunting. Show all posts

Friday, 27 April 2012

Bertie needs to calm down...


"The unspeakable in pursuit of the uneatable" is how Oscar Wilde characterised the sport of fox hunting. (As a fox terrier, I know about these things.)

Might I suggest that this week's spat between Donald Trump and Scotland's First Minister Alex Salmond, is a case of the 'speaks to much' in pursuit of the 'eats too much'.

And that both these gentlemen are flattered by a comparison with their doggy lookalikes.

Grrrrrh. Some things make a chap cross. I think it's time I found another wood to visit, to help me calm down.

 Tyrebagger Wood - a good place to de-stress

PS Gail says to tell you thank you dear readers for all your comments on yesterday's post. I vote for liver treats strewn across the back lawn! (As suggested by Riley's mum).