In the event of mice falling from the sky, we were told to buy cats. If the reverse happened, then we were to buy dogs. There was, however, no plan to cater for a storm of poodles. They fell like balls of cotton wool with teeth, yapping and snapping, licking and lapping. The populace fled. The police grew overwhelmed. Society crumbled. In ever-deepening streams of white and pink and blue, those most decorative of dogs took over. What did I do, you ask? What else was there to do? I opened a grooming parlour.
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Where DO you get these ideas? My god man, what goes on in that head? 😆
It’s a strange and wonderful place. LOL
😳😱
Reblogged this on Jessica Bakkers and commented:
An absolute gem from Richard Ankers!!
Aww, thanks, Jess. 🙂
My pleasure!
hhahaha Pandering to the poodles! I love it!
It’s a business opportunity. 😉
Thanks for the Smile Richard! 🙂
Glad it made you chuckle.
I knew you had a plan B 😉
Stick near me, I’ll see us right. 😄
A friend indeed! 😀
OH yes and then you trim them into those little puff balls I see. I saw one yesterday in our neighborhood and it was shaved down except for it’s head it look like a cross between a poodle and lion. So fun! Love this Richard~!
I’m glad it made you smile.
A very logical solution to the problem of puddling poodles. You’re in rare form this morning, Richard. 🙂
I hope no one steals my solution.
I don’t think you need to worry. 😀
Cheers
Ever the opportunist 🙂
I’m an entrepreneur. 😉
Most enterprising Mr Ankers.
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“What did I do, you ask?” I gave this post a like, of course.The endings of your works never fail to surprise me 😉
It’s an apocalypse that could happen. It could you know 😳
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Thank you for the reblog. 🙂
You’re welcome Richard!
Thanks, Traci 🙂
Thank you, Traci 🙂