Dit  Engelstalig gedicht vond ik ergens op het internet. De auteur was er niet bij vermeld. Het gaat over het houden van whippets, in het bijzonder meer dan één. Er schuilt veel waarheid in...

Un poème anglais trouvé quelque part sur internet dit en toute vérité qu’avoir un whippet est le début d’une “folie” car jamais on ne reste à un individu. Un whippet ne reste jamais seul, un ou plusieurs de ses congénères viendront agrandir la famille. Une grande vérité d’un auteur inconnu....

I have found this poem on the world wide web. I don't know the author. The poem is a description of keeping whippets, in particular more whippets. It's truthfully...

Bet You Can't Own Just One...

Why own a whippet? There's a danger you know,
you can't own just one, for the craving will grow.
No doubt they're addictive, wherin lies the danger,
while living with lots, you'll grow poorer and stranger.

One whippet is no trouble, and two are 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, the hair!
With dogs on the sofa, and dogs on the bed,
and crates in the kitchen, it's no bother, you 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 noseprints and a little more hair?
So let's keep a puppy, you can always find room,
and a little more time for the duster and broom.

There's hardly a limit to the dogs you can add,
the thought of a cutback, sure makes you feel sad.
Each one is so special, so useful, so funny,
the food bill grows larger, you owe the vet money.

Your family never visit, few friends come to stay,
exept other dog folks who live the same way.
Your lawn has now died and your shrubs are dead too,
your weekends are busy, you're off with your crew.

There's dog food and vitamins, training and shots,
and entries and travel, and motels cost lots.
Is it worth it, you wonder? Are you caught in a trap?
Then your favourite comes up and climbs on your lap.

Her look says you're special and you know you will,
keep all these critters in spite of the bill.
Some just for showing, and some just to breed,
and some just for loving, they all fill a need.

Winter's a hassle, but the dogs love it true,
they must have their walk tho' you're numb an 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 dog shows, the travel, the thrills,
the work and the worry, the pleasure, the bills.
the whole thing seems worth it, the dogs are your life,
they're charming an funny and offset the strife.

Your lifestyle has changed, things just won't be the same.
Yes, those Whippets are addictive and so's the dog game.